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TIFU I thought a cute guy was ghosting me....only to find out I was actually ghosting him
I am NOT Original OP — OOP is u/scifisquirrel posting in r/tifu Previous BoRU missing latest updates can be found here ——————————————— [Original | August 4th, 2022] TIFU I thought a cute guy was ghosting me....only to find out I was actually ghosting him. I was at a party two weeks ago, where I only knew two people. when in walks this guy who immediately gave me this really big smile and I thought he was so gorgeous. We ended up talking in the same circle and he introduces himself. We start chatting and quickly find the circle around us has disappeared and it is just us. He is so smart, his smile is outrageously cute, and I love how he seems laser focused on me instead of one of the many attractive women that have now joined the party and are talking about their cool Raya dates. As the night wore on, I found myself talking to various different groups, but, each time this guy would appear again and we'd end up just talking to each other again. Someone who neither of us knew came up and said we made an attractive couple, and I realized somehow in the span of two hours we were already acting like a couple. It wasn't just being sexually attracted to him, I felt so comfortable around him and he was so attentive to my needs. I told him offhand I had allergies to the dog at the party. Hours later when I started sneezing he immediately knew why and moved us outside. His smile was the thing that immediately caught my attention but it was the thoughtfulness that made it so at the end of the night, we catch an Uber home together and end up kissing. Before the Uber drops him off I give him my number. Sunday comes, don't hear from him. Ok, ok, I get it, we both got home at 4am and I too just want to sleep the day away. Monday comes. Silence. Tuesday, even more silence. I know I've read how it is "uncool" to text a girl immediately because you want to seem super cool and wanted, but we're both in our mid-thirties and, I hoped, realized these mind games are bullshit. If you like someone, text them when you can. Life is too short to be with people half-interested in you. Wednesday comes and I'm a mixture of angry and over it and insecure all at the same time. How dare he lead me on like this! ...Well, I guess I'm glad I only wasted one night on this asshole....was I not pretty enough? All these thoughts raced through my head and coalesced into me typing his name and work place into Google to see if I can find him. Turns out, he was incredibly easy to find. I was planning on just looking at him because I missed his face, but I accidentally clicked the link that brought me to his LinkedIn page. Yikes! Now he'll know that I stalked him which made me feel even worse. >.< I probably looked crazy. Welp, since I was already on his page I guess I'd look at where he had worked. Maybe he wasn't really interesting and I'd feel better about him ghosting me. Nope, turns out he is not only very smart but also humble because his resume listed a dozen different cool jobs, impressive schools he's attended, things he's worked on. Great, I probably wasn't impressive enough for him. -_- Not thirty minutes later he friends me on LinkedIn, but seems surprised that I was reaching out. He had evidently texted me that night, and again the next day, only to not hear anything back. I had ghosted him. And this is how we found out my fuck up. When I gave him my number, turns out I was off by a digit. Turns out, tipsy me isn't so great at typing or proofreading. If I hadn't been a creepy LinkedIn stalker, it could have been months, if ever, before we would have seen each other again. Right now we're laughing about it and setting up our first real date. Wish me luck Reddit! TL;DR Thought a cute guy was ghosting me. Turns out, I gave him the wrong number. Fixed my fuck up by using my cyber stalking skills, and now we're going on a date! Relevant & Top Comments Commenter 1: Can’t believe sliding into someone’s linkedin DMs actually worked Commenter 2: This story is straight up wholesome. Hope it works out. If it does you're going to have an amazing story to tell down the road. OOP: Thank you so much! I hope it does! He’s so cute and so sweet. Thanks for the award! Commenter 3: My wife and I met at a bar. We got to talking and lost track of time and everyone else. Hours went by and as her friends finally came to drag her away she wrote her phone number on my hand. My dumb ass didn’t think to write it down somewhere else so the next morning when I looked at the palm of my hand the numbers had smeared enough where I could only make out four of the seven clearly. So I got to dialing. Took me a while but I finally got her. It took me long enough that she didn’t think I was going to call. It all worked out though. We’ve been together now for 31 years and married for 29. ——————————————— [Update 1 | August 17th, 2023 | 1 Year Later] TIFUpdate a year ago I gave a guy the wrong number and then stalked him on LinkedIn A year ago I met a cute guy at a party, accidentally gave him the wrong number, and then found him again on LinkedIn. The last post stopped at the point where I had now given him my correct phone number. We decided for our first date to walk around a park near the city and then grab a drink. I was anxious as soon as the date was set. Besides the normal first date jitters, I also carried the secret that I had posted the story of how I reconnected with him on reddit. Some thirty-five thousand people had upvoted it. Thousands more had seen it. I needed to tell him about the reddit post but I was scared of how he would react. He probably already thought I was weird for looking him up on LinkedIn. I had no idea if he would see me posting our story to Reddit as a breach of his privacy, or attention seeking, or just plain weird. The day of our date I waited for him by a park fountain. When I saw him walking towards me my heart skipped. I got made fun of in my last post for how much I complimented this guy’s smile and I don’t even care. Seeing him smile made me immediately happier. It also made me even more worried that I had messed up even the possibility of us becoming a thing by posting our story for the world to see. We walked around the park and sat to talk under a pair of trees. It was a beautiful late summer day. I found myself holding his hand. Slowly we headed to the nearby bar, and by this time I was shaking. When I got my drink in hand, I took a few sips and the words tumbled out. I thought our reconnection story was funny so I posted it to Reddit. I had gotten maybe twenty upvotes on anything I had ever posted before this, so I expected much the same. Then I started to get dozens of notifications from hundreds of people commenting on the post. A friend sent me the post because they thought I’d enjoy it. My sister called and asked if I had written it because she recognized my writing style. A newspaper wrote an article about it. The post had taken on a life of its own. Then I showed him the reddit post. He read it quietly. When he was done, he stood up, came over, and gave me a kiss. With that I breathed the biggest sigh of relief. I learned he himself uses reddit and thought the post was sweet. The rest of the date we read the comments together and laughed about the whole thing. Later that week he came over to my apartment and we cooked dinner together and talked more. Our conversation turned to the fact that neither of us liked casually dating multiple people at the same time. We didn’t know exactly what this was yet, but we knew we already liked each other. With that, it seemed we were dating. The first few weeks of dating sped by, filled with apple picking, hiking, and many soup dumplings. I learned at late night karaoke that he has a beautiful singing voice, and he learned that I definitely did not, lol. I told a friend later that we were dating and she asked yes, but is he your Boyfriend? Evidently in this new world of constant casualness you could be monogamously dating just for the fun of it but becoming a boyfriend or girlfriend meant you saw this person as someone really important. In previous relationships I had felt like I was “supposed” to wait until the guy said he wanted to be with me, and it would look desperate to say ‘I love you’ before the guy did. This relationship felt different. There was no feeling that he was waiting to text me back to look cooler and more unavailable. There was no avoidance of talk about the future. It just felt like two people that were enjoying learning about each other, which in turn made me feel comfortable being open and honest with him. So after six weeks of dating-but-maybe-not-being-my-boyfriend, I wrote my feelings down on a card and asked him to be my official boyfriend. And he accepted! The rest of the year has been filled with adventures to foreign places where I proceeded to get us lost, twice, in a place after dark with no street lights (still sorry about that one babe!) and many trips to the grocery store that were thankfully a little less tumultuous. We’ve danced late into the night at concerts and cuddled in bed watching TV (we just finished Avatar the Last Airbender, the animated series). I’ve fallen asleep on his chest to the sound of the pattering rain, my last thoughts at the brink of sleep that I have never felt so safe. I’ve woken up next to him and looked over at his face that looks so young and relaxed in sleep. But the hair that falls over his face already has some grey in it; seeing it fills me with sadness that our time together on this planet is finite. Over the last year he has shown in a thousand small ways that he is not only a great boyfriend but a thoughtful friend and a caring son. My friends and family love him, and that makes me love him all the more. He always makes me feel heard and seen, and he builds me up in a way that makes me feel like the best version of myself around him. He is brilliant, and competent at his job which is sexy as hell. He’s serious enough to have his finances in order but will still let loose and do silly dance moves with me while we’re cooking breakfast. He is very clean, so I have never once felt like I shouldered the burden of housekeeping. I’m actually messier than him and have put a lot of effort into being cleaner out of respect. Not once has he raised his voice, and throughout this whole year I don’t think we’ve gotten into an argument. This relationship feels healthy, and happy, and calm. I got a few comments from my last post that looking up someone on LinkedIn when they haven’t texted is crazy. Please know that if he had turned me down on LinkedIn I would have respected this and not contacted him further. It is just within a few hours of meeting this man, he felt inexplicably important in my life. I’m glad I trusted my gut to try and find him. This last part is to my boyfriend, who wanted to be surprised by what I wrote. Over the last year you have become my favorite person and my best friend. I am so grateful that I met you, and grateful for each day I get to wake up next to you. I can’t wait to see what this next year brings for us. I love you, very much. TL;DR: We’re dating!! ——————————————— [Update 2 | September 7th, 2024 | 2 Years Later | r/EngagementRings ] Help me find the ring of my dreams? Hey there! My fiancee (ahhh!) actually already asked the question, but we didn't want to tell others until I have a ring! It's totally my fault since I am both picky and indecisive so I'm hoping you'll help me. Wants: White gold Pave, preferably with milgrain on the edges Tapered cathedral setting, preferably lower set Lab oval diamond, around 1.75 carats, excellent cut and as close to colorless as possible. 1.8-2mm band Prong style: Six claw style prongs around the diamond Does anyone know a jeweler that can help me in the NYC area? Ideally I'd love my budget to stick around 3500 and I'd love to work with a smaller jeweler if possible! Relevant & Top Comments Commenter 1: Definitely check out Catherine Angiel. She has such stunning designs and she was such a joy to work with! OOP: Thank you so much! I love her style! ——————————————— [Update 3 | November 7th, 2024 | 2 Years Later | r/namenerds ] Thoughts on Cassian? My husband and I are expecting a little boy in a few months, and the only name we both seem to like is Cassian. It seems the only meaning it has is Greek for "hollow" or "vain." We just like the way it sounds. We both live in America, I am white and Jewish and he is Chinese. Commenter 1: I personally love the name, but with it being a main character in Sarah J Maas’ book series A Court of Thorns and Roses, I would be worried that people will only associate the name with that. I’m a big fan of the series so I don’t think I could do it. However, it’s a real name and has been around longer than the book series. OOP: I’ve never heard of the series! It sounds nice though. Commenter 2: I like it! It’s the name of the main character in the tv show Andor which is in the Star Wars universe. That character was in one of the big movies too. He’s a great character actually so the association is not bad. I also like how it sounds and I like the shortened version for shouting across a play field - Cass Commenter 3: I think it's a handsome name! It sounds on-trend, but isn't too common, and has nice nicknames. The origin is Roman, though, not Greek. OOP: Whoops sorry thank you! 🙏 ——————————————— Editor's note: OOP confirmed to me in DMs that she married the same guy from her first post, and that her son is now 1 :) THIS IS A REPOST SUB—I AM NOT OOP. DO NOT COMMENT ON THEIR POSTS submitted by /u/Awwndrei to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]
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Me [28 F] with my SO [28 M]; he cheated on me with my step sister [27 f], and she's pregnant with his kid
I am not The OOP, OOP is u/waitwhatohno Me [28 F] with my SO [28 M]; he cheated on me with my step sister [27 f], and she's pregnant with his kid. TRIGGER WARNING: Infidelity, mentions drunk driving, alcoholism, death of a parent, ableism, gaslighting Original Post July 18, 2015 He (Adam) says he was drunk (we've been together for 10 years and finally got engaged and planning on getting married in a year and starting a family in a few years), and she (Betty) took advantage of him...the first time. Adam doesn't have an excuse for the handful of other times they slept together over a three month period. I knew she was pregnant; I've already been roped by my mom into co-hosting the baby shower with my other step sister (Claire, 30). I don't know if it's shock or what, but I'm so fucking glad I haven't given Claire my share for the expensive jogging stroller we're getting Betty, or my half of the baby shower cost. Betty told everyone the father is an ex-boyfriend who doesn't want anything to do with her or the kid. She makes a ton of money, she'd be fine as a single mother and my mom would help a ton since she's retired and bored and wants a Dugger families worth of grandchildren. Adam confessed everything because his dad walked out on him and his mom when he was a toddler, so he wants to be a father to his child, but still be with me because he loves me and made a mistake. I told him to get the fuck out of my apartment (thank fuck we don't live together right now. We've lived together previously, but his mom wasn't doing well so he moved in with her. His mom is fine now, so apparently he used his new found free time to fuck my step sister. Although a bunch of his crap is at my apartment because he was supposed to be moving in in like a month and was bringing crap over slowly,) and called my mom and told her who the real father of Betty's baby is, just because she's my mother and she'll listen to me cry. ........... She fucking knew already reddit!! Apparently, in a fit of sadness over missing her deceased mother (who died when she was like 2), Betty told my mother. They all (mom, Claire, and my step-father) have fucking have known for months. Months. Meanwhile, I'm over here killing myself trying to find the perfect floral arrangement for the tables for Betty's baby shower, because I'm trying to be all sisterly and shit, and being the bigger person because sure as hell, Betty wouldn't put half as much effort into my babyshower if I were having one and she was hosting or cohosting it. Or half as much money, even though she makes a shit load more then me. My own mother couldn't fucking tell me that my fucking fiance fathered my fucking step-sister's fucking baby. No, in fact, she fucking guilt tripped me into being a co-host for the babyshower as soon as she found out Betty was pregnant. I think before she found out Adam was the father. I think. Mom, apparently...well, the general gist is, she want's us all to get along and be a family, and it doesn't matter about the past, it just matters about the new life in the family. That she knows I'm upset and hurt, but I need to work on my relationships with Adam (since we've been together 10 years and I wouldn't want to throw that away over a mistake) and Betty (since we're sisters and have been since we were kids) and figure out how to be the bigger person and put my feelings aside for the sake of the kid and our family. I've always been the bigger person with Betty, from the very moment we were first introduced at the tender ages of 10 and 9, and she refused to give me my favorite stuffed animal back. And, even then, mom felt bad for her and let her get away with being a brat, and she got to take Mrs. Snuffles home while I had to suck it up and be the bigger person. She probably still has poor Mrs. Snuffles in some box in my mom and step fathers attic, a trophy for her first of many victories over me. I hung up on my mother. And here I am posting on reddit. I don't want to be Betty's kids step mother. I don't think I can forgive Adam; he knows what Betty's like, and how our relationship is. Hell, I don't even know if I can forgive my mom, and she's like, my mom. She was a great mother, one of my best friend's. The only wrong things about her was her nasty habit of pitying Betty and letting her get away with murder, and her crappy knitting that she always gives as gifts. I just...I don't know how she can justify this betrayal in anyway. It wasn't me that screwed up ten years of a relationship, or mine and Betty's supposed sisterly bond, it was them. Maybe I should talk to her and ask if someone's slipped crazy pills in her food the last few months, or maybe she's getting early dementia or something? Fuck I don't know. I keep looking at the text message from Claire she sent me way too fucking early this morning asking when I was giving her my share of the $800 jogging stroller we're getting Betty and my share of the babyshower costs that's going to be worth a crappy craigslist car. Edit: Is it wrong to reply telling her to go fuck herself? Because I did. We put all the crap on her credit cards, and she's in school and working a crappy retail job and I feel bad for leaving her the huge ass debt over $3000, but I keep telling myself she can return the stroller, cancel stuff, sell the stuff that can't be returned, and probably my step dad and mom will help her with the rest. Another Edit: I mass texted our friends telling them that Adam was a cheating bastard who was Betty's baby-daddy. We've been together so long that all of our friends are friends with us both. The only people I'm friends with who aren't friends with him too are basically just acquaintances I don't feel comfortable talking about this with. Then I turned my phone off. I swear to god, if any of them knew, or take his side....What if all of them knew? God. Tomorrow my mom's out of the house at her weekly volunteering gig, and I'm going to go over to their house. I have a key, but chances are if my step dad is home he'll let me in and go back to watching tv. Great man. My step-sister's got a woman who tried to mother them without replacing their mother, and over compensating like hell, I got a I got a dude that will occasionally nod at me, and sometimes give me a deal on rent when the family plays monopoly. I've got stuff in the attic that I was keeping their until I had a house of my own, plus I want to find Mrs. Snuffles. Oh, and I'm going to raid my mom's jewelry box. Which sounds bad, I know; but I'll only take the stuff my grandmother left me, I promise! I was letting my mom borrow it because I felt bad my grandma willed it all to me and skipped her (mom's an only child), and figured I'd just get it back when my mom died in forty years. Which I will freely admit is fucking stupid of me, because I could just see Betty whining that she didn't have any grandmother's to leave her jewelry and that it isn't fair. And probably my grandma knew what she was doing leaving it to me instead. I wish she was alive, she'd tear my mom a new one. Hopefully everything will be there and she won't be wearing anything. I don't know what I'm going to do yet, but I want it just in case. I don't think she'd like, give any of it to Betty or Claire or anything, but I also didn't think she'd fucking betray me like this, soooo. It's my jewelry. She's borrowing it indefinitely, I just kinda figured I'd let her keep it until she died because it was her mom's, but it's mine. I can't trust her not to give any of it to Claire or Betty, and I don't want to have to talk to her if I decide to never speak to her again, so I'm getting it tomorrow. We both know it's mine, it's not stealing to decide not to loan it to her anymore. It means a lot to me, so I'm for sure getting it. Thank you for all your comments and advice so far, I'm going to go to bed and see what tomorrow brings me. Hopefully all my jewelry, Mrs. Snuffles, and messages from every one of my friends saying they're never speaking to Adam again because he's a bastard, they won't forgive me if I take him back, and none of them had any idea. Edited again I'm a really bad person. I texted Betty. "I hope your baby is born with down syndrome, which will be an interesting combination with the fetal alcohol syndrome it's got a 90% chance of having since you drink more then your mother ever dreamed of drinking." And then I followed that up with a text calling her a cunt. And then another one that just said whore. Her mom died in a car crash she caused by drinking and driving. And Betty is the type of person who has expressed more then once that people with disabilities like down syndrome should just be killed because they don't have any use and are a drain on society. I feel kinda bad...partly because it's shitty things to say to anyone, and I'm a better person then that, and partially because reading that back I don't really think that's much of an insult or anything, really. But what do I know, I've never been pregnant, maybe it'll make her cry. (And thanks to her, I'm probably not going to be pregnant any time soon! ) I turned my phone off again and to keep it off I tossed it on top of the top of the kitchen cupboards that I can't reach without a chair, and I'm for sure going to bed now. What the fuck do I do? tl;dr: Fiance fucked my step-sister, she's pregnant, my mother knew and wants us all to be a big happy family because she's got grandbaby fever and always takes Betty's side. Fucking Betty wrecked our shared car as teenagers and I still had to pay half the replacement cost because it "wasn't fair" for just Betty to replace it. I'm well on my way to getting drunk enough to go rescue Mrs. Snuffles from her attic prison if fucking Betty hasn't thrown her away. Update Aug 17, 2015 (1 month later) Last month I posted https://np.reddit.com/r/relationships/comments/3dpnlb/me_28_mf_with_my_so_28_m_he_cheated_on_me_with_my/ TLDR is that my Fiance confessed that he was the father of my step-sister's baby. My mom, other step-sister, and step-father all knew. Mom had guilt tripped me into co-hosting the baby shower (before she found out), and my share for it and the present would have been roughly $1500. I kept my relationship with Betty cool as soon as I turned 18 and moved out to go to college. We don't really have that sisterly bond, it's more like "cousins you see at family reunions" bond. We tolerate each other. She knows I think she's a spoiled brat, and I know she thinks I'm a bitch because I won't take shit from anyone and will call her or anyone out on their shit. Mom's the only person I cave to and allow myself to be guilted into crap and walked all over for; I am not a wall flower, or welcome mat, or anything. So yeah. A lot of you said to cut them all off, and if I read my post that'd be my advice too. Like I said, I don't take shit: I completely stopped being friend's with my BFF since I was 8 when I was 22 because she was staying with me for a month and kept smoking in my apartment even when I asked not to, then got bitchy when I bluntly told her she was being a jerk, (and in general I just didn't like the person she was growing into.) So, first: The day after my post I went to my mom's house. No one was home, and I used my key. I grabbed my jewelry, and the boxes of random crap I had sitting in the attic. I looked for Mrs. Snuffles, but I couldn't find her. I searched all of the Betty boxes, and the Claire boxes to just to be sure. I'm pretty sure their dog at the time destroyed her. I doubt Betty would have kept her all these years. I may or may not have cut up all of Betty's photos I found. Whoops, was that a photo of your mom? Well, I'm sure Claire has photos of her plus you have my mom now sooo you'll be fine. (No, I'm not proud of that, but, well, they're sitting in the attic anyway, and much like Adam, I had a lapse of judgment. I lapsed so hard I grabbed the kitchen scissors on my way to the attic.) I will admit, a month later, I feel pretty crappy I did that. But the day after I was still really raw, and pissed and yeah. When I got home, I finally checked my phone. There was a shit ton of messages from Mom, Claire and Betty that I deleted without really reading -even an hour afterwards I couldn't have told you what they said, but I bet in general I could guess. The messages I got from my friends were really disappointing. Like I said, they were all mutual friends that have never known Adam and I separate from a couple, and most of the replies were "we care about you both." Only a couple said he was a bastard or anything. One person, in fact, knew. Adam had told his BFF like a week before he told me, and his BFF strongly encouraged him to tell me. A lot of you weren't very kind about speaking about my mother. Understandably; but she's not a narcissist, or a bad person really. She's too kind, and when she married my step-father she felt really bad for my step-sisters, and took it to extremes. Like I said, she was my best friend and I had even been toying with the idea of making her my matron of honor if we decided to have a wedding verses just going to Vegas, which we were seriously considering. I met my mother for lunch at restaurant. She was upset with me for taking my jewelry without telling her, saying I should have left a note because she just about had a heart attack when she got home and my stuff was gone. I told her she should have told me as soon as Betty left that Adam was the father of her baby. She said she hadn't want to get involved, or in the middle, and by telling me when either Adam or Betty should have would have meant she was involved; plus she was in shock that Betty had told her that, and wasn't really thinking about me. I told her that happened most of the time when Betty was involved ever since we were first introduced. She tried to convince me to take Adam back; that I shouldn't waste our ten years together. I told her that Adam was the one who choose to throw away ten years. She did tell me that she hadn't known when she'd momed me into co-hosting that Adam was the father, and that she and my step-father would cover my share of the gift/shower. I told her that I was her daughter, she gave birth to me, and I was not going to ever be able to forgive Betty, so if Mom wanted to keep being my mother, she needed to pick me for once. She said she couldn't do that, that she had been Betty's only mother figure, and she wholly considered Betty her daughter; and she really didn't want to get involved still. That if she had given birth to all three of us, her decision would still be the same. I told her that I was very sorry to hear that, and I wished her well; I'd call her every now and then, but I was not going to see her much or attend family gatherings; nor would any children of mine know my step-family. She said she was sorry to hear I was deciding that, and that she hoped I'd forgive and forget eventually and not tear the family apart. I told her I was disappointed in her, but not particularly surprised, and Betty was the one who fucked my fiancé, and tore the family apart. Then I said goodbye, popped down my share of the bill, and left. I'll call her in a couple of months, but for now I've got her and my step-family on their on ringtones so I know to not answer them. If she insists on talking about Betty, Adam, or their baby on our phone calls, I won't speak to her until she learns to not do it. Yes, she very kindly admonished me for what I texted Betty, but I shrugged and told her that she's getting involved by telling me I shouldn't have sent that. Yes, I realize I shouldn't have sent Betty what I did, but I was pissed and I'd finished off a bottle of wine. And frankly, she is a cunt. As for Adam, he showed up about a few days after he told me with pizza, ice-cream, and flowers. I had his stuff sitting by the door, and was more then willing to have him get it and go, but he convinced me to talk to him. He confessed that while I loss my virginity to him, he had loss his to Betty a few weeks before. It felt like he'd punched me in the face. I told him if I had known that I would have dumped his ass then, and spent the remaining nine and a half years not being held back because he didn't want to leave our city, or go on trips out of the country, or get a freaking cat (he's super allergic) or paint my nails (he's weird about nail polish, I haven't painted mine since we started dating seriously.) He was apologetic, but said he loved me and wanted to work on things. I told him I wasn't going to be Betty's baby's stepmother, that I wanted to live a 100% Betty free life and that if I were to take him back, he would have no contact with the woman he cheated on me with, which obviously wouldn't be possible if he's the kids dad. He said that Betty told him there was a chance he wasn't the father after he told me (because, like I said, she's a cunt). I told him there still was a chance he was, though, and I wasn't going to risk it; plus that didn't change the fact that he'd betrayed me when we were first together, and last year, and that was two times too many. He asked if we could still be friends, with, I'm 90% sure, the intent to win me back. I told him I'd think about it. No chance in hell of that happening. I talked to my dad; he lives across the country, and we're on great terms even though we only saw each other during the summer when I was growing up. I really like my step-mother, but our relationship had always been a bit shadowed because, well, I was a dick and firmly pushed her away to not hurt my mom's feelings. Which I'm pretty sure is some sort of weird irony. Dad offered to pay to get me out of the rest of my lease, and let me live in one of his rental houses for free if I want to move to his city. I'm going to do it. I've got a buttload of savings to last me a while until I find a job. I never wanted to stay in our home city forever, and I think being 2000 miles away from my mom, and the rest of them will really help. I'm going to work on my relationship with my step-mother too. First thing I'm going to do when I see her is apologize. I quit my job, and have spent the last few weeks relaxing, packing, planning, speaking to a therapist, looking at cats up for adoption in my dad's city, and reaching out to the handful of friends I have there from when I'd visit dad in the summer; hopefully someone will click and I'll have at least one good friend there. I bought myself way too much nail polish, got a manicure, and a lot of money on a pair of boots I've wanted since forever but held off on getting because, you know, I couldn't splurge like that because I was going to get married. So everything's going to be okay, I think. Thank you to everyone who commented and pmed me with helpful advice and sympathy. tldr: Took Adam back, trying to talk Betty into naming the baby after me. Just kidding! I'm moving 2000 miles away from them all and everything's probably going to be okay. THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT THE OOP DO NOT CONTACT THE OOP's OR COMMENT ON LINKED POSTS, REMEMBER - RULE 7 submitted by /u/Direct-Caterpillar77 to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]
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