October 2, 2025 • 30 mins
In this emotionally charged episode of Reddit Drama Readings, your host dives into six of the most explosive and talked-about stories from October 1st, 2025. From a longtime friend pushing pregnancy boundaries to a mind-blowing family betrayal that shifts blame from one sister to their mother, we explore the wildest interpersonal dilemmas posted on Reddit. You’ll hear raw, real stories straight from the original posters—covering grief weaponized in dating setups, trust shattered in lifelong friendships, emotionally loaded divorces, and the toxic transformation that sudden wealth can bring. Each segment is followed by thoughtful commentary, highlighting key emotional beats, boundary violations, and what the Reddit community had to say. Whether you’re here for catharsis, curiosity, or a deeper understanding of complex human dynamics, this episode is a rollercoaster you won’t want to miss.
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Coom back everyone to another episode of Reddit Drama Readings,
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where we dive deep into the wild world of interpersonal
conflicts from subreddits like am I the Bleephole 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 yesterday, October first, twenty twenty five.
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These posts had folks 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
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you're new here, grab 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 over eight thousand up
votes for its bold stand on personal boundaries in a
long term friendship. Our first story is titled am I
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the bleep whole for telling my best friend I will
never give birth to his child. Here's what the original
poster had to say. I have known this friend, let's
call him Jared, thirty male, since we were in school.
We did everything together and were inseparable. I was even
the first person he came out to, and we have
always supported each other. When we were fifteen, he told
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me for the first time that he wanted me to
give birth to his child with his future husband, because he,
being a man, could never get pregnant. At the time,
I told him no because I had recently watched a
series where a woman gave birth to the triplets of
her brother and became depressed afterward. I have always been
a sensitive person and suffer from anxiety and depression because
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of childhood trauma, so even at that age, I was
aware that I could not go through something like that.
But he got mad and did not talk to me
for two days. Then we went back to talking normally,
but every now and then he would bring the topic
up again, getting angry every time I told him I
would never do that for anyone, even if he paid me.
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I explained to him a thousand times but he did
not seem to understand until eventually he stopped mentioning it,
and I thought he had finally matured and understood me.
But this year his boyfriend proposed to him, and during
a dinner with friends, he asked me again. They said
they would pay me well and that if I needed therapy,
they would cover those expenses too, But I got angry
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and told him that I would never give birth to
his child and that I did not understand why he
keeps insisting that if he was so willing to compensate
me well financially, he should save that money and pay
a woman willing to do it. But as always, he
got mad at me and left the restaurant with his
boyfriend following him. Most of my friends women, to be
more precise, are on my side and agree that it
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is uncomfortable that he keeps insisting, while other friends from
the community think I am overreacting and that it would
be a nice thing to do. Most of my friends
are on my side, but they think we should meet
to talk about this more calmly. But what bothers me
the most is that he is being like this for years,
and I always have to seek him out or wait
for him to approach me again. I appreciate him a
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lot because we have been friends for so long fifteen years,
but I am tired of this pointless argument and him
getting mad at me for deciding about my body. He
always says he wants me to give birth to his
child because I am the person he trusts most in
the world. But I really do not want to do it,
but at the same time, I do not want to
lose him. Reddit dot com. Wow, this one hits hard
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because it is all about that unbreakable line of bodily
autonomy and how even the closest friendships can test it
over time fifteen years of history from school days to
coming out support, and yet this request keeps resurfacing like
a bad echo, ignoring her clearness and her mental health struggles.
It is not just the ask, it is the persistence,
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the anger when she stands firm, turning what should be
a safe space into a pressure cooker. And that dinner
proposal moment ooof after an engagement celebration that is like
dropping a bomb on the cake. I feel for her
torn heart. Loyalty runs deep, but so does self preservation.
In my commentary, this screams for a friendship reset or
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even a break, because true friends respect your limits without
needing a thousand explanations. Maybe a mediated talk could help
unpack why he clings so hard, but she owes him
nothing beyond her honesty. The community's response overwhelmingly not the
bleep Whole, with top comments calling his behavior creepy and manipulative,
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urging her to protect her peace and maybe end the cycle.
One stand out with nearly nine thousand up votes, compared
it to a straight guy repeatedly pressuring a woman. Spot
on for highlighting the discuss. Folks shared stories of similar
boundary pushes, and the verdict was clear, her body, her choice,
full stop. If you are listening and have faced friend
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group expectations like this, no, it is okay to prioritize you,
all right, Let's ease into our second story. An update
that escalated family betrayal to nuclear levels, pulling in over
three thousand up votes for its raw shock value. This
one's titled am I the bleephole? For confronting my sister
about cheating with my husband? Based on what our mom
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told me? Update straight from the poster, My life is
completely upended. It has been over twenty four hours since
I confronted my younger sister Emma about cheating with my husband.
I was one thousand percent sure my husband was cheating
with her based on what our mother told me yesterday.
It turns out I was wrong. My husband did not
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come home last night. I know he read my text
messages because they are marked read. He ignores all of
my calls, though I had no idea where he was.
I got about two hours of sleep last night, and
that was only because I was utterly exhausted. I woke
up to my older sister Ray calling, I answered it.
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Ray lives in a cul de sac at the end
of our parents street, about five houses down. Ray is
also a stay at home mom. Ray started by apologizing
over and over again, which just made me nervous, and
when I pressed her, she said she was sorry for
not telling me when she knew for certain that my
husband was cheating with our mother. I will admit I
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barely can remember what was said because of the shock,
but I am trying my best to write it to
remember it for the future. Ray said that this has
been going on for a few months, so that would
be before me and him were actually married. She says
that Emma would leave to go to night classes or
hang out with friends, and about twenty minutes later, my
husband would pull up to our parents house. He would
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stay there for an hour or two and then leave
before Emma got back. Ray said this happened multiple nights
a week now, whenever Emma and our dad were gone.
Our dad works long shifts at night, he would have
no idea. We know Mom probably has location tracking for Emma,
which is how they knew where she was. We do
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not know if Emma took that off yet. Emma obviously
is not happy with me, so I cannot ask her.
The most damning thing is that Mom went out last
night and did not return until the morning before Dad
got home from work. Ray texted her asking if everything
was okay, and Mom said that a friend of hers
was sick and needed comforting. Emma also did not come
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home last night, but that is probably because she is
pissed and hurt and needed to be around friends. I
will apologize to her, but I cannot without telling her
what is going on. Ray keeps apologizing, saying that she
just did not want to get involved and it was
not her business. She also called me a bleephole for
confronting Emma and says that by doing that, I am
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tearing the family apart. She has forbidden me from telling Dad,
saying she will never forgive me. I feel like Dad
has the right to know. I know how it feels
to have someone do this to you and to have
the information withheld. I am not going to say anything
until I have concrete evidence because I learned my lesson.
But would I be the bleep whole if I told
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my Dad and Emma what is happening? Update. I have
had nothing but time to think. I have been alone
in my house, reading comments, figuring out how I am
going to do everything. I am overwhelmed, and I am
fatigued inside out, and am too tired to freak out
any more. My soon to be ex husband called me.
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He sounded like he had been on a bender and
was hung over, slurring his words repeating things. He said
he is sorry, that he is a piece of garbage,
that he loves me, that he is on his way home.
He turned on his location and did a check in,
so I know he is on the highway headed towards
my house, but I do not know where he was.
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Our mother has been unusually silent Ray apologized again over text.
I do not care anymore. I have not talked to
my dad or Emma. I am not going to until
I have something concrete. I do not want to be
that person again. Addressing some comments, Ray does use our
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mother for child care, could be a reason why she
does not want to rock the boat. Probably the reason. Actually,
this is not the first time our mother has cheated
on our dad. I remember back when I was around
eleven they separated for a while. It was very traumatic
for all of us Reddit dot com. This update is
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like peeling back layers of a family onion, each one
bringing more tears and twists, from accusing the wrong sister
to uncovering the mom's affair with the husband, the exhaustion,
her words, the sleepless night, the slurred apology call. It
paints a picture of total devastation where trust shatters across
generations and raise silence for months tied to child care convenience.
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That adds a selfish sting to the secrecy. I get
her vow for concrete proof, this time rushing and once
burned her bad commentary. For me, this is a master
class in how family secrets fester, turning homes into minefields.
She is right to prioritize evidence before looping in dad,
protecting him from half truths, but holding space for her
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own healing first is key too. Therapy, a lawyer, a
support network outside the family web all must haves here
the community firmly not the bleep whole, with hundreds rallying
behind her right to truth and applauding the updates clarity
top comments urged documenting everything for divorce and custody if
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kids are involved, while slamming rays deflection one with high
up votes. Stressed breaking the trauma cycle she mentioned from
age eleven heart breaking, but her resolve shines through deep
breath listeners. Next up, a grief stricken blind date disaster
that nabbed over three thousand up votes for its righteous
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rage title. For number three, Am I the bleep whole
for walking out on a blind date my friends set
up two weeks after my husband died. The post goes,
I just really need some clarity on this situation. I
twenty three female, lost my husband, twenty five male, two
weeks ago to a car accident. He was the love
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of my life and I am still not used to
waking up without him every day. We have big plans
for our future, and it all came crashing down in
a heart beat. We met on his uncle's farm. He
was a farm hand and it was love at first
sight for me. I am also four months pregnant, but
I have not told any one. I was planning on
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telling my friend when I was feeling better. My best
friend Lee twenty four female, has been my shoulder to
cry on during this time. She helped me with his
funeral and anything else I needed as I am no
contact with my bio family story for another time. She
is currently dating Berry twenty four male. They usually hang
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out in a trio with Liam twenty four male. When
I first met Liam, he hit on me hard, tried
everything as in, would try and compare himself with my husband,
say weird things like our kids would be cuter than
if you had kids with my husband. He has also
made weird comments like I need a city boy and
would motion himself when I am a country girl. Through
and through, I typically would shut him down or ignore him,
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but I would always get dirty looks from Barry. Skip
to Sunday night, I got a message from Lee begging
me to come to dinner with her because she wanted
to treat me as I had been through a lot
in the last couple of weeks. Feeling not so bad
about myself, I decided to go. When I arrived, she
was not there, so I texted her asking how long
she would be, and she told me five minutes. She
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is just running late and is around the corner. So
I sat down and ordered a drink. Now five minutes
comes and she is still not there. So I gave
her the benefit of the doubt and waited another five
When I am about to call her, Liam comes rushing
over and gives his apologies for being late. I asked
him what he is doing here because I am waiting
for Lee and it was a two chair table. He
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smiles at me and grabs my hand. I ripped it
off of him, and he just says, oh, I asked
Lee to set us up. Now that husband's name is
not a problem, we can finally get to know each other.
He looked so cringey, and I am telling you I
was floored. I stood up and told him that I
was not interested, and I certainly do not give a
flying whatever about getting to know him, and that I
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just lost my husband without a word of a lie.
This man stands up and said, I know you are
being overly emotional right now, so I will forgive you
for that sit down with me. I am not saying
we have to have relations straight away or anything. I
was disgusted. I shoved past him and went home as
fast as I could. When I did get Homely messaged me,
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so how was dinner with a smirk emoji. I called
her and when she answered, I did not let her
get a word in. I yelled at her, asked her
how she has the audacity to do something like this
two weeks after I just lost my husband, when she
has been the one to hold me together this whole time.
I asked her what game was she playing, and that
the only reason I wanted to meet tonight with her
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was to tell her I am pregnant. I just hung
up on her and texted her I need time and
do not want to be contacted by her for the
time being. Last night, Barry came to my house and
asked to talk. I said no, and that if he
did not leave, I would call the police. He told
me that I broke Lee's heart and that I deeply
hurt Liam. When now is an even better time to
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get to know Liam, because he could raise my child
with me. I opened my door, which Barry took as
I wanted to talk. Instead, I hit him with my
shoes and chased him to his car, screaming, I am
actually embarrassed. I did that. All day to day, I
am being flooded with messages from friends and the trio
themselves shaming me for pushing the people who care about
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me the most away, and that they do not even
recognize the person I have become. The Only thing that
hurts me most is that my husband would know what
to do, He would tell me how to fix it,
and now I have no one who I can talk to.
I am just so numb inside. I have a therapy
appointment tomorrow, but I am thinking of calling my husband's ma'am,
even though we have barely spoken since Reddit dot com. Oh.
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This post is a gut punch of fresh grief mixed
with betrayal, where vulnerability meets outright opportunism. Liam's line about
the husband not being a problem chilling like he has
been circling like a vulture, and Lee the supposed rock
pulling This set up just weeks after the funeral with
a pregnancy bombshell, waiting that is not friendship, that his
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exploitation wrapped in a dinner invite the shoe chasing scene.
I chuckled through the empathy because sometimes fury needs an outlet,
her numbness at the end, missing her husband's guidance, that
raw ache lingers My take. Boundaries in grief are sacred
and walking out with self defense not drama. Reaching for
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his malm or therapy is smart. Rebuilding supports start small.
The Reddit hive mind unanimously not the bleep whole, with
over a thousand comments flooding in solidarity, top ones roasting
the trio's entitlement and praising her for the hang up
and chase. Many shared grief stories urging no contact enforcement
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and pregnancy privacy until trust rebuilds. One viral comment called
it a red flag parade. Could not agree more. If
grief has you questioning allies, this is your reminder real
one's weight. They do not pounce, Shifting gears to story
number four, a divorce bombshell timed poorly that sparked over
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seven thousand up votes and heated debates on empathy versus
self preservation. The title here am I the bleep whole
for telling my cheating wife a day before our daughter's
graduation that I would be divorcing her. From the original post,
my wife and I have been married for twenty years
and we have a daughter who is eighteen. She graduated
high school a few months ago. Around six years ago,
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I found out that my wife was cheating on me
and having an affair, which lasted for a couple of months.
I really wanted to divorce, but my wife was really remorseful.
She quit her job, she started going to therapy, she
promised all reconciliation steps I asked for. Ultimately, I did
decide to stay with my wife for her sake and
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for our family's sake too. For around five years, everything
was actually going great, and we had date nights, romantic vacations,
and we really loved each other. However, on the sixth year,
the whole thing resurfaced back on my mind and I
just could not get my mind off it. I finally
made my decision after a particular line from my sister
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struck a chord with me. She said, would you really
want to use the gift of life and spend it
with some one who had betrayed you? So badly. She
told me this a couple of days before my daughter's graduation,
and that is when I finally decided I could not
do it any more. A day before my daughter's graduation,
I informed my wife of my decision and told her
that I would be filing for divorce soon. My wife
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was shocked and she cried a lot and told me
she would do anything, but I told her that my
decision was final. My daughter's graduation in itself was great
and I was really proud of my daughter, and my
wife seemed happy too. But my daughter could sense something
was wrong and asked me why her mom seemed down
in trying to fake a smile. I told her not
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to worry about it and to just enjoy the day.
The next day, however, I told my daughter I would
be filing for divorce, and my daughter seemed shocked. She said,
how could I do this to her mom before graduation
and that is why her mom could not enjoy the graduation.
I told her it is none of her business, but
we will both always love her regardless. My wife and
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I are now going through divorce proceedings. Am I the
bleep whole Reddit dot com. Timing is everything and This
one lands like a poorly aimed arrow right in the
heart of a milestone, wounding more than intended. Six years
of rebuilding only for the betrayals goes to haunt him.
Anew sparked by a sister's wise words. Staying for family
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is noble, but snapping the thread pregraduation. It cast a
shadow on what should have been pure joy, and dismissing
the daughter's concern as none of her business that stings
extra commentary wise, his pain is valid. Infidelity scars deep,
but a few more days of holding steady could have
preserve her big day without erasing his resolve. It is
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a tough balance between honoring your healing and shielding the
kids from fallout. Reddits take mostly bleephole for the timing,
with thousands echoing that six years waited, why not two
more days? Top comments balanced empathy for the divorce with
calls for better kid communication, one with over eight thousand
up votes, labeling its selfish empathy lack still a chunk
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defended the finality. Stories like this nudge us toward kinder
exits when possible. Onward to number five, a vulnerability betrayal
in friendship that, though lower up votes resonates with trust's fragility,
titled would I be the bleephole? For cutting off my
best friend of eight years, for whom she was chatting
to online? The details obligatory apology for any spelling errors
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or bad formatting. I am on mobile. I twenty one,
non binary, was assaulted by a mutual friend when I
was eighteen, after a night out with him and my
best friend E. This took a while for me to
come to terms with, and somehow E never found out,
although our other mutual friends all knew. Last October, I
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made a joke referencing the assault whilst with E, and
she later came to me and apologized and told me
that she had not realized that BE had assaulted me,
and she had been speaking to him with the hopes
of dating. She apologized profusely, and I reassured her that
I still loved her, and although she made some cryptic
comments of not being sure what to do, this did
not raise any red flags, as I trusted her completely.
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A few weeks ago, E and I were watching tik
toks and I saw that B's profile was at the
top of her most talked to accounts. She noticed too,
and when I asked to send me something we saw
to double check. She tried to avoid doing this and
to distract me. I asked her straight up y B
was at the top. At first, she told me that
he had sent her a few things and she had
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not responded, but I kept pressing as that would not
explain why his account was the first one up when sharing.
She finally caved and told me that she had still
been talking to him since our last conversation about him,
although she had not met him in person since she
found out he assaulted me. She told me that she
felt really guilty about it and knew it was not right.
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She also told me that she had asked me about
what happened, and he told her that he had definitely
checked for consent, as this was a worry for him
due to a previous court case from when he was
seventeen and dating a thirteen year old. I told the
further details about that night that demonstrated that I did
not give consent and was unable to do to heavy
intoxication or potential spiking. He told me that she was
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still unsure whether she would stop talking with B, as
he has been nothing but lovely with her. He had
also been really good with her eleven month old baby,
and she had been really lonely since she dropped out
of university and moved home with her parents due to
her pregnancy. I was in shock when I left her
house and had told her that I loved her and
would see her soon. We had I get together with
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friends that weekend. After a few days of thinking, I
sent her the following text, Hi, E, I am struggling
to process that you are still talking to be and
I think the best thing at the moment is that
I have some time. I love you, However, right now
I am hurt by the decisions you have made, and
I want to have a rational mindset when I next
see you. For my own sake, I am requesting that
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we leave this weekend and consider doing it another time.
I really hope that you understand that this is the
best thing for our friendship right now and respect my emotions.
Love you. E responded, Okay, sweetheart, I understand. Take as
long as you need to. I am guessing you are
all still going to hang out. Do you want me
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to drop the trifle I made off for you all,
which I did not respond to. I am struggling with
what to do. I feel betrayed and hurt and sick
every time I think about it. If it was anyone else,
I would have immediately gone scorched earth. But I have
spent the last eight years loving and trust her, and
she does not have any friends other than myself that
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she regularly sees. I do not know if I can
trust her again, But I am also worried about her
being vulnerable. So would I be the bleep whole if
I cut off our relationship? Reddit dot com betrayal after
assault revelation. This is the kind of quiet horror that
erodes from the inside, where her loneliness and his charm
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do not excuse prioritizing a predator over a survivor's pain.
Eight years of trust, only for tik Tok to expose
the crack and her waffling post details that is the
gut twist. Her text was grace under fire, buying time
without explosion. I admire her compassion for ease isolation, but
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protecting her own trauma comes first. Friendships should not be
a guilt trap commentary. A salt recovery is nonlinear, and
cutting ties might be the healthiest severance, especially with a
baby's innocence in the mix, suggest resources for EA's loneliness separate,
but draw that line firm the community's verdict, not the
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bleep whole, with comments affirming her right to distance and
calling ease choice a character reveal, top ones urged scorched
earth if needed, emphasizing vulnerability does not override accountability, relatable
for any one weighing loyalty against safety. Finally, our sixth story,
a money Windfall Transformation Gone Toxic, amassing over seven thousand
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up votes for its cautionary tale on sudden wealth, titled
am I the bleephole for leaving my husband after he
won a large sum of money The post frow away
for privacy. My thirty two female husband thirty six male
was in a work accident several years ago, and he
won a court case in which he was awarded a
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sum in the multimillions. My husband and I live in
the United States and have been struggling for years, especially
since his accident, since he has not been able to
work a job in his specialty. Since he has mainly
been working minimum to low wage jobs because his degree
and trade experience are in an industry his body can
no longer work in I make pretty good money, but again,
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we live in the economical heals cape that is America.
In the last year since the settlement, my husband has
become the most smug, stuck up, pretentious man I have
ever known, and I am sick of it. Our friends
and family are not good enough for us any more
because now we have money. Our home and cars and
clothes were not good enough for us, and anyone with
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a small house, paid off car ormall clothes was sad
and depressing. He judges people hard, and he is not
quiet about it. He is mean and rude to the
people we interact with. Of course, we got nicer things
when he received his money, but he was adamant on
luxury things, and to him, any one who does not
live in a mansion on the hills where the Lamborghini
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and guccy shoes is embarrassing. He gets upset with me
for not wanting to spend crazy amounts of money. Why
would I buy a tooth thousand dollar pair of shoes
when I can get a pair just like it for
sixty dollars. It feels like giving a child with no
concept of money twenty dollars and setting them free in
a dollar tree. He has bought me a ton of
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expensive clothes and jewelry, new electronics, He pays for high
end spa days, and even bought me a new car.
I feel like an ungrateful woman for saying this, but
I do not really like the gifts. Nothing is my
style or taste. He is buying it just because it
is expensive. My husband harrises me daily to quit the
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job I love and says that I make us look
bad by working and making us still look poor. He
gets upset if I want to go to the same
chain restaurants we have always liked Buffalo Wild Wings, Jack
in the Box, et cetera, instead of five star Michelin
steakhouses and sushi places because we can afford it. Now
he has even gone as far as trying to push
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me towards plastic surgery because we can afford it, so
why not. He has suggested stood a chest enhancement, a
body conjuring procedure, lip filler, and at one point that
surgery where they removed the bottom rib. I feel like
he is starting to think I do not look good
enough for him and our new lifestyle. We have gone
to couple's therapy. His attitude is not improving. It has
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even gotten worse, and I am miserable. This is not
the man I married. I do not want to have
kids and raise a family with him, but I am
afraid that if I leave, everyone will cry gold digger.
We married when we were young and broke and did
not consider a prenup because we had nothing. Dumb, I know,
but we were kids, am I the bleep whole Reddit
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dot com. Money changes people, but this shift from struggling
partners to judgmental luxury chaser. It is like watching a
fairytale kurdle into a nightmare where gratitude flips to entitlement overnight.
The gifts missing her taste, the job, shaming, the surgery pushes.
They scream control not care eroding the equality they built
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broke her fear of gold digger labels valid in a
world quick to judge women, leaving windfalls my thoughts. Wealth
amplifies who you are. His smugness was latent, now unleashed,
leaving honors the partnership they had, not the one he
is forcing lawyer of prenup or not protect that future
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family dream Elsewhere, community consensus, not the bleep whole. With
top comments over five thousand up votes, warning of his
spending spree doom and cheering her exit. Many shared lot
of winner horror tales advising sell the gift's strategies. One
quipped he will be broken ten harsh but prescient. A
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wake up on values over vaults few What a roller coaster.
From body boundaries to betrayal webs, grief ambushes to graduation grenades,
friend fractures to fortune flips. These October first picks remind
us how life's curveballs test our cores. Thanks for tuning
in to Reddit drama readings. If these sparked reflections, drop
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a comment or share your own boundary wins. Until next time,
cherish your circle, guard your peace, and remember we are
all just scripting this drama called life
Coom back everyone to another episode of Reddit Drama Readings,
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where we dive deep into the wild world of interpersonal
conflicts from subreddits like am I the Bleephole 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 yesterday, October first, twenty twenty five.
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These posts had folks 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
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you're new here, grab 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 over eight thousand up
votes for its bold stand on personal boundaries in a
long term friendship. Our first story is titled am I
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the bleep whole for telling my best friend I will
never give birth to his child. Here's what the original
poster had to say. I have known this friend, let's
call him Jared, thirty male, since we were in school.
We did everything together and were inseparable. I was even
the first person he came out to, and we have
always supported each other. When we were fifteen, he told
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me for the first time that he wanted me to
give birth to his child with his future husband, because he,
being a man, could never get pregnant. At the time,
I told him no because I had recently watched a
series where a woman gave birth to the triplets of
her brother and became depressed afterward. I have always been
a sensitive person and suffer from anxiety and depression because
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of childhood trauma, so even at that age, I was
aware that I could not go through something like that.
But he got mad and did not talk to me
for two days. Then we went back to talking normally,
but every now and then he would bring the topic
up again, getting angry every time I told him I
would never do that for anyone, even if he paid me.
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I explained to him a thousand times but he did
not seem to understand until eventually he stopped mentioning it,
and I thought he had finally matured and understood me.
But this year his boyfriend proposed to him, and during
a dinner with friends, he asked me again. They said
they would pay me well and that if I needed therapy,
they would cover those expenses too, But I got angry
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and told him that I would never give birth to
his child and that I did not understand why he
keeps insisting that if he was so willing to compensate
me well financially, he should save that money and pay
a woman willing to do it. But as always, he
got mad at me and left the restaurant with his
boyfriend following him. Most of my friends women, to be
more precise, are on my side and agree that it
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is uncomfortable that he keeps insisting, while other friends from
the community think I am overreacting and that it would
be a nice thing to do. Most of my friends
are on my side, but they think we should meet
to talk about this more calmly. But what bothers me
the most is that he is being like this for years,
and I always have to seek him out or wait
for him to approach me again. I appreciate him a
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lot because we have been friends for so long fifteen years,
but I am tired of this pointless argument and him
getting mad at me for deciding about my body. He
always says he wants me to give birth to his
child because I am the person he trusts most in
the world. But I really do not want to do it,
but at the same time, I do not want to
lose him. Reddit dot com. Wow, this one hits hard
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because it is all about that unbreakable line of bodily
autonomy and how even the closest friendships can test it
over time fifteen years of history from school days to
coming out support, and yet this request keeps resurfacing like
a bad echo, ignoring her clearness and her mental health struggles.
It is not just the ask, it is the persistence,
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the anger when she stands firm, turning what should be
a safe space into a pressure cooker. And that dinner
proposal moment ooof after an engagement celebration that is like
dropping a bomb on the cake. I feel for her
torn heart. Loyalty runs deep, but so does self preservation.
In my commentary, this screams for a friendship reset or
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even a break, because true friends respect your limits without
needing a thousand explanations. Maybe a mediated talk could help
unpack why he clings so hard, but she owes him
nothing beyond her honesty. The community's response overwhelmingly not the
bleep Whole, with top comments calling his behavior creepy and manipulative,
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urging her to protect her peace and maybe end the cycle.
One stand out with nearly nine thousand up votes, compared
it to a straight guy repeatedly pressuring a woman. Spot
on for highlighting the discuss. Folks shared stories of similar
boundary pushes, and the verdict was clear, her body, her choice,
full stop. If you are listening and have faced friend
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group expectations like this, no, it is okay to prioritize you,
all right, Let's ease into our second story. An update
that escalated family betrayal to nuclear levels, pulling in over
three thousand up votes for its raw shock value. This
one's titled am I the bleephole? For confronting my sister
about cheating with my husband? Based on what our mom
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told me? Update straight from the poster, My life is
completely upended. It has been over twenty four hours since
I confronted my younger sister Emma about cheating with my husband.
I was one thousand percent sure my husband was cheating
with her based on what our mother told me yesterday.
It turns out I was wrong. My husband did not
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come home last night. I know he read my text
messages because they are marked read. He ignores all of
my calls, though I had no idea where he was.
I got about two hours of sleep last night, and
that was only because I was utterly exhausted. I woke
up to my older sister Ray calling, I answered it.
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Ray lives in a cul de sac at the end
of our parents street, about five houses down. Ray is
also a stay at home mom. Ray started by apologizing
over and over again, which just made me nervous, and
when I pressed her, she said she was sorry for
not telling me when she knew for certain that my
husband was cheating with our mother. I will admit I
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barely can remember what was said because of the shock,
but I am trying my best to write it to
remember it for the future. Ray said that this has
been going on for a few months, so that would
be before me and him were actually married. She says
that Emma would leave to go to night classes or
hang out with friends, and about twenty minutes later, my
husband would pull up to our parents house. He would
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stay there for an hour or two and then leave
before Emma got back. Ray said this happened multiple nights
a week now, whenever Emma and our dad were gone.
Our dad works long shifts at night, he would have
no idea. We know Mom probably has location tracking for Emma,
which is how they knew where she was. We do
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not know if Emma took that off yet. Emma obviously
is not happy with me, so I cannot ask her.
The most damning thing is that Mom went out last
night and did not return until the morning before Dad
got home from work. Ray texted her asking if everything
was okay, and Mom said that a friend of hers
was sick and needed comforting. Emma also did not come
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home last night, but that is probably because she is
pissed and hurt and needed to be around friends. I
will apologize to her, but I cannot without telling her
what is going on. Ray keeps apologizing, saying that she
just did not want to get involved and it was
not her business. She also called me a bleephole for
confronting Emma and says that by doing that, I am
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tearing the family apart. She has forbidden me from telling Dad,
saying she will never forgive me. I feel like Dad
has the right to know. I know how it feels
to have someone do this to you and to have
the information withheld. I am not going to say anything
until I have concrete evidence because I learned my lesson.
But would I be the bleep whole if I told
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my Dad and Emma what is happening? Update. I have
had nothing but time to think. I have been alone
in my house, reading comments, figuring out how I am
going to do everything. I am overwhelmed, and I am
fatigued inside out, and am too tired to freak out
any more. My soon to be ex husband called me.
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He sounded like he had been on a bender and
was hung over, slurring his words repeating things. He said
he is sorry, that he is a piece of garbage,
that he loves me, that he is on his way home.
He turned on his location and did a check in,
so I know he is on the highway headed towards
my house, but I do not know where he was.
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Our mother has been unusually silent Ray apologized again over text.
I do not care anymore. I have not talked to
my dad or Emma. I am not going to until
I have something concrete. I do not want to be
that person again. Addressing some comments, Ray does use our
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mother for child care, could be a reason why she
does not want to rock the boat. Probably the reason. Actually,
this is not the first time our mother has cheated
on our dad. I remember back when I was around
eleven they separated for a while. It was very traumatic
for all of us Reddit dot com. This update is
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like peeling back layers of a family onion, each one
bringing more tears and twists, from accusing the wrong sister
to uncovering the mom's affair with the husband, the exhaustion,
her words, the sleepless night, the slurred apology call. It
paints a picture of total devastation where trust shatters across
generations and raise silence for months tied to child care convenience.
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That adds a selfish sting to the secrecy. I get
her vow for concrete proof, this time rushing and once
burned her bad commentary. For me, this is a master
class in how family secrets fester, turning homes into minefields.
She is right to prioritize evidence before looping in dad,
protecting him from half truths, but holding space for her
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own healing first is key too. Therapy, a lawyer, a
support network outside the family web all must haves here
the community firmly not the bleep whole, with hundreds rallying
behind her right to truth and applauding the updates clarity
top comments urged documenting everything for divorce and custody if
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kids are involved, while slamming rays deflection one with high
up votes. Stressed breaking the trauma cycle she mentioned from
age eleven heart breaking, but her resolve shines through deep
breath listeners. Next up, a grief stricken blind date disaster
that nabbed over three thousand up votes for its righteous
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rage title. For number three, Am I the bleep whole
for walking out on a blind date my friends set
up two weeks after my husband died. The post goes,
I just really need some clarity on this situation. I
twenty three female, lost my husband, twenty five male, two
weeks ago to a car accident. He was the love
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of my life and I am still not used to
waking up without him every day. We have big plans
for our future, and it all came crashing down in
a heart beat. We met on his uncle's farm. He
was a farm hand and it was love at first
sight for me. I am also four months pregnant, but
I have not told any one. I was planning on
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telling my friend when I was feeling better. My best
friend Lee twenty four female, has been my shoulder to
cry on during this time. She helped me with his
funeral and anything else I needed as I am no
contact with my bio family story for another time. She
is currently dating Berry twenty four male. They usually hang
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out in a trio with Liam twenty four male. When
I first met Liam, he hit on me hard, tried
everything as in, would try and compare himself with my husband,
say weird things like our kids would be cuter than
if you had kids with my husband. He has also
made weird comments like I need a city boy and
would motion himself when I am a country girl. Through
and through, I typically would shut him down or ignore him,
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but I would always get dirty looks from Barry. Skip
to Sunday night, I got a message from Lee begging
me to come to dinner with her because she wanted
to treat me as I had been through a lot
in the last couple of weeks. Feeling not so bad
about myself, I decided to go. When I arrived, she
was not there, so I texted her asking how long
she would be, and she told me five minutes. She
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is just running late and is around the corner. So
I sat down and ordered a drink. Now five minutes
comes and she is still not there. So I gave
her the benefit of the doubt and waited another five
When I am about to call her, Liam comes rushing
over and gives his apologies for being late. I asked
him what he is doing here because I am waiting
for Lee and it was a two chair table. He
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smiles at me and grabs my hand. I ripped it
off of him, and he just says, oh, I asked
Lee to set us up. Now that husband's name is
not a problem, we can finally get to know each other.
He looked so cringey, and I am telling you I
was floored. I stood up and told him that I
was not interested, and I certainly do not give a
flying whatever about getting to know him, and that I
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just lost my husband without a word of a lie.
This man stands up and said, I know you are
being overly emotional right now, so I will forgive you
for that sit down with me. I am not saying
we have to have relations straight away or anything. I
was disgusted. I shoved past him and went home as
fast as I could. When I did get Homely messaged me,
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so how was dinner with a smirk emoji. I called
her and when she answered, I did not let her
get a word in. I yelled at her, asked her
how she has the audacity to do something like this
two weeks after I just lost my husband, when she
has been the one to hold me together this whole time.
I asked her what game was she playing, and that
the only reason I wanted to meet tonight with her
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was to tell her I am pregnant. I just hung
up on her and texted her I need time and
do not want to be contacted by her for the
time being. Last night, Barry came to my house and
asked to talk. I said no, and that if he
did not leave, I would call the police. He told
me that I broke Lee's heart and that I deeply
hurt Liam. When now is an even better time to
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get to know Liam, because he could raise my child
with me. I opened my door, which Barry took as
I wanted to talk. Instead, I hit him with my
shoes and chased him to his car, screaming, I am
actually embarrassed. I did that. All day to day, I
am being flooded with messages from friends and the trio
themselves shaming me for pushing the people who care about
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me the most away, and that they do not even
recognize the person I have become. The Only thing that
hurts me most is that my husband would know what
to do, He would tell me how to fix it,
and now I have no one who I can talk to.
I am just so numb inside. I have a therapy
appointment tomorrow, but I am thinking of calling my husband's ma'am,
even though we have barely spoken since Reddit dot com. Oh.
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This post is a gut punch of fresh grief mixed
with betrayal, where vulnerability meets outright opportunism. Liam's line about
the husband not being a problem chilling like he has
been circling like a vulture, and Lee the supposed rock
pulling This set up just weeks after the funeral with
a pregnancy bombshell, waiting that is not friendship, that his
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exploitation wrapped in a dinner invite the shoe chasing scene.
I chuckled through the empathy because sometimes fury needs an outlet,
her numbness at the end, missing her husband's guidance, that
raw ache lingers My take. Boundaries in grief are sacred
and walking out with self defense not drama. Reaching for
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his malm or therapy is smart. Rebuilding supports start small.
The Reddit hive mind unanimously not the bleep whole, with
over a thousand comments flooding in solidarity, top ones roasting
the trio's entitlement and praising her for the hang up
and chase. Many shared grief stories urging no contact enforcement
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and pregnancy privacy until trust rebuilds. One viral comment called
it a red flag parade. Could not agree more. If
grief has you questioning allies, this is your reminder real
one's weight. They do not pounce, Shifting gears to story
number four, a divorce bombshell timed poorly that sparked over
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seven thousand up votes and heated debates on empathy versus
self preservation. The title here am I the bleep whole
for telling my cheating wife a day before our daughter's
graduation that I would be divorcing her. From the original post,
my wife and I have been married for twenty years
and we have a daughter who is eighteen. She graduated
high school a few months ago. Around six years ago,
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I found out that my wife was cheating on me
and having an affair, which lasted for a couple of months.
I really wanted to divorce, but my wife was really remorseful.
She quit her job, she started going to therapy, she
promised all reconciliation steps I asked for. Ultimately, I did
decide to stay with my wife for her sake and
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for our family's sake too. For around five years, everything
was actually going great, and we had date nights, romantic vacations,
and we really loved each other. However, on the sixth year,
the whole thing resurfaced back on my mind and I
just could not get my mind off it. I finally
made my decision after a particular line from my sister
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struck a chord with me. She said, would you really
want to use the gift of life and spend it
with some one who had betrayed you? So badly. She
told me this a couple of days before my daughter's graduation,
and that is when I finally decided I could not
do it any more. A day before my daughter's graduation,
I informed my wife of my decision and told her
that I would be filing for divorce soon. My wife
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was shocked and she cried a lot and told me
she would do anything, but I told her that my
decision was final. My daughter's graduation in itself was great
and I was really proud of my daughter, and my
wife seemed happy too. But my daughter could sense something
was wrong and asked me why her mom seemed down
in trying to fake a smile. I told her not
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to worry about it and to just enjoy the day.
The next day, however, I told my daughter I would
be filing for divorce, and my daughter seemed shocked. She said,
how could I do this to her mom before graduation
and that is why her mom could not enjoy the graduation.
I told her it is none of her business, but
we will both always love her regardless. My wife and
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I are now going through divorce proceedings. Am I the
bleep whole Reddit dot com. Timing is everything and This
one lands like a poorly aimed arrow right in the
heart of a milestone, wounding more than intended. Six years
of rebuilding only for the betrayals goes to haunt him.
Anew sparked by a sister's wise words. Staying for family
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is noble, but snapping the thread pregraduation. It cast a
shadow on what should have been pure joy, and dismissing
the daughter's concern as none of her business that stings
extra commentary wise, his pain is valid. Infidelity scars deep,
but a few more days of holding steady could have
preserve her big day without erasing his resolve. It is
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a tough balance between honoring your healing and shielding the
kids from fallout. Reddits take mostly bleephole for the timing,
with thousands echoing that six years waited, why not two
more days? Top comments balanced empathy for the divorce with
calls for better kid communication, one with over eight thousand
up votes, labeling its selfish empathy lack still a chunk
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defended the finality. Stories like this nudge us toward kinder
exits when possible. Onward to number five, a vulnerability betrayal
in friendship that, though lower up votes resonates with trust's fragility,
titled would I be the bleephole? For cutting off my
best friend of eight years, for whom she was chatting
to online? The details obligatory apology for any spelling errors
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or bad formatting. I am on mobile. I twenty one,
non binary, was assaulted by a mutual friend when I
was eighteen, after a night out with him and my
best friend E. This took a while for me to
come to terms with, and somehow E never found out,
although our other mutual friends all knew. Last October, I
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made a joke referencing the assault whilst with E, and
she later came to me and apologized and told me
that she had not realized that BE had assaulted me,
and she had been speaking to him with the hopes
of dating. She apologized profusely, and I reassured her that
I still loved her, and although she made some cryptic
comments of not being sure what to do, this did
not raise any red flags, as I trusted her completely.
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A few weeks ago, E and I were watching tik
toks and I saw that B's profile was at the
top of her most talked to accounts. She noticed too,
and when I asked to send me something we saw
to double check. She tried to avoid doing this and
to distract me. I asked her straight up y B
was at the top. At first, she told me that
he had sent her a few things and she had
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not responded, but I kept pressing as that would not
explain why his account was the first one up when sharing.
She finally caved and told me that she had still
been talking to him since our last conversation about him,
although she had not met him in person since she
found out he assaulted me. She told me that she
felt really guilty about it and knew it was not right.
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She also told me that she had asked me about
what happened, and he told her that he had definitely
checked for consent, as this was a worry for him
due to a previous court case from when he was
seventeen and dating a thirteen year old. I told the
further details about that night that demonstrated that I did
not give consent and was unable to do to heavy
intoxication or potential spiking. He told me that she was
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still unsure whether she would stop talking with B, as
he has been nothing but lovely with her. He had
also been really good with her eleven month old baby,
and she had been really lonely since she dropped out
of university and moved home with her parents due to
her pregnancy. I was in shock when I left her
house and had told her that I loved her and
would see her soon. We had I get together with
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friends that weekend. After a few days of thinking, I
sent her the following text, Hi, E, I am struggling
to process that you are still talking to be and
I think the best thing at the moment is that
I have some time. I love you, However, right now
I am hurt by the decisions you have made, and
I want to have a rational mindset when I next
see you. For my own sake, I am requesting that
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we leave this weekend and consider doing it another time.
I really hope that you understand that this is the
best thing for our friendship right now and respect my emotions.
Love you. E responded, Okay, sweetheart, I understand. Take as
long as you need to. I am guessing you are
all still going to hang out. Do you want me
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to drop the trifle I made off for you all,
which I did not respond to. I am struggling with
what to do. I feel betrayed and hurt and sick
every time I think about it. If it was anyone else,
I would have immediately gone scorched earth. But I have
spent the last eight years loving and trust her, and
she does not have any friends other than myself that
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she regularly sees. I do not know if I can
trust her again, But I am also worried about her
being vulnerable. So would I be the bleep whole if
I cut off our relationship? Reddit dot com betrayal after
assault revelation. This is the kind of quiet horror that
erodes from the inside, where her loneliness and his charm
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do not excuse prioritizing a predator over a survivor's pain.
Eight years of trust, only for tik Tok to expose
the crack and her waffling post details that is the
gut twist. Her text was grace under fire, buying time
without explosion. I admire her compassion for ease isolation, but
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protecting her own trauma comes first. Friendships should not be
a guilt trap commentary. A salt recovery is nonlinear, and
cutting ties might be the healthiest severance, especially with a
baby's innocence in the mix, suggest resources for EA's loneliness separate,
but draw that line firm the community's verdict, not the
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bleep whole, with comments affirming her right to distance and
calling ease choice a character reveal, top ones urged scorched
earth if needed, emphasizing vulnerability does not override accountability, relatable
for any one weighing loyalty against safety. Finally, our sixth story,
a money Windfall Transformation Gone Toxic, amassing over seven thousand
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up votes for its cautionary tale on sudden wealth, titled
am I the bleephole for leaving my husband after he
won a large sum of money The post frow away
for privacy. My thirty two female husband thirty six male
was in a work accident several years ago, and he
won a court case in which he was awarded a
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sum in the multimillions. My husband and I live in
the United States and have been struggling for years, especially
since his accident, since he has not been able to
work a job in his specialty. Since he has mainly
been working minimum to low wage jobs because his degree
and trade experience are in an industry his body can
no longer work in I make pretty good money, but again,
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we live in the economical heals cape that is America.
In the last year since the settlement, my husband has
become the most smug, stuck up, pretentious man I have
ever known, and I am sick of it. Our friends
and family are not good enough for us any more
because now we have money. Our home and cars and
clothes were not good enough for us, and anyone with
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a small house, paid off car ormall clothes was sad
and depressing. He judges people hard, and he is not
quiet about it. He is mean and rude to the
people we interact with. Of course, we got nicer things
when he received his money, but he was adamant on
luxury things, and to him, any one who does not
live in a mansion on the hills where the Lamborghini
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and guccy shoes is embarrassing. He gets upset with me
for not wanting to spend crazy amounts of money. Why
would I buy a tooth thousand dollar pair of shoes
when I can get a pair just like it for
sixty dollars. It feels like giving a child with no
concept of money twenty dollars and setting them free in
a dollar tree. He has bought me a ton of
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expensive clothes and jewelry, new electronics, He pays for high
end spa days, and even bought me a new car.
I feel like an ungrateful woman for saying this, but
I do not really like the gifts. Nothing is my
style or taste. He is buying it just because it
is expensive. My husband harrises me daily to quit the
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job I love and says that I make us look
bad by working and making us still look poor. He
gets upset if I want to go to the same
chain restaurants we have always liked Buffalo Wild Wings, Jack
in the Box, et cetera, instead of five star Michelin
steakhouses and sushi places because we can afford it. Now
he has even gone as far as trying to push
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me towards plastic surgery because we can afford it, so
why not. He has suggested stood a chest enhancement, a
body conjuring procedure, lip filler, and at one point that
surgery where they removed the bottom rib. I feel like
he is starting to think I do not look good
enough for him and our new lifestyle. We have gone
to couple's therapy. His attitude is not improving. It has
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even gotten worse, and I am miserable. This is not
the man I married. I do not want to have
kids and raise a family with him, but I am
afraid that if I leave, everyone will cry gold digger.
We married when we were young and broke and did
not consider a prenup because we had nothing. Dumb, I know,
but we were kids, am I the bleep whole Reddit
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dot com. Money changes people, but this shift from struggling
partners to judgmental luxury chaser. It is like watching a
fairytale kurdle into a nightmare where gratitude flips to entitlement overnight.
The gifts missing her taste, the job, shaming, the surgery pushes.
They scream control not care eroding the equality they built
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broke her fear of gold digger labels valid in a
world quick to judge women, leaving windfalls my thoughts. Wealth
amplifies who you are. His smugness was latent, now unleashed,
leaving honors the partnership they had, not the one he
is forcing lawyer of prenup or not protect that future
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family dream Elsewhere, community consensus, not the bleep whole. With
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