There Were Women’s Clothes Scattered on the Floor, and When I Entered the Bedroom I Found Him with Another Woman…
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Tom and I had been together for over three years in a loving, trusting relationship. We had already met each other’s parents and were making plans for our upcoming wedding. Everything was perfect, and I truly believed I wanted to have children with this man and spend the rest of my life with him…
The day he returned from a business trip, we hadn’t planned to see each other, but I decided to surprise him. I took the day off work, baked his favourite cake, and drove over to his flat. Luckily, I had my own set of keys, so while he was still asleep, I even had time to brew us some coffee for the cake.
Quietly opening the bedroom door before I could even take a step, I almost tripped over something on the floor. The room was dark, so I switched on my phone torch to see what was there. There were women’s clothes all over the floor and as I walked further in, I saw him with another woman…
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They were sleeping cuddled up, so I didn’t cause a scene. I quietly closed the door behind me, left his favourite cake and my keys, and left. It was cold outside and I didn’t want to go back to my parents’, so I sat in the park and cried. After a while, a guy sat down beside me and asked what had happened. I didn’t mention the betrayal, but the conversation just flowed. Somehow, we ended up at his place for a cuppa.
Now we live together and are planning to get married. I truly believe fate meant for us to meet this way, because nothing in life happens without a reason! There were womens clothes scattered on the floor, and when I stepped into the bedroom I saw him with
Dear Diary, I never thought a birthday could turn into a battlefield, but here I am, licking my wounds
My former mother-in-law is always hovering around our family. Shes 52 now and the mother of my late wife, Emily.
One Day, My Dad Called Me into His Room: He Said We Needed to Have a Serious Talk – I’ll Admit, I Was a Bit Worried. Waiting for Me in the Living Room Was a Woman.
My Entire Family Revolves Around My Dad, Who Raised Me Single-Handedly After Mum Walked Out on Us When I Was Born, Leaving Him to Shoulder Everything on His Own. Despite Life’s Hardships, He Never Re-Married, Likely Fearing Another Heartbreak, and I Grew Up Wanting to Support Him in Every Way Possible.
Given Our Modest Means, I Started Working at Age 15, Writing for Local Papers and, Three Years Later, Landing an Even Better Job. After Gaining More Experience, I Found Office Work That Let Me Support Both Myself and My Dad. Then One Day, Dad Called Me for a Serious Chat – at Least, That’s What He Said. I Felt a Bit Uneasy. In the Living Room, a Woman Was Waiting – and According to My Dad, She Was My Mum.
When She Saw Me, She Burst into Tears, Apologising and Trying to Hug Me. But I Couldn’t Bring Myself to Embrace Her. I Carefully Pulled Away and Left Without Another Word, Leaving the Two of Them Alone. I Decided to Let My Dad Handle Things as He Saw Fit, Because I Can’t Forgive Someone Who Walked Out on Us and Didn’t Even Bother to Wish Me Happy Birthday All These Years. One afternoon, my father called me into his room; he said there was something serious we needed to discuss.
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One Ordinary Day My Dad Called Me Into His Room for a Serious Talk—Or So He Said. I Was Worried, but in the Living Room, a Woman Was Waiting
My Family Has Always Revolved Around My Father Who Raised Me, Supported Me, and Stood by Me Unconditionally Since My Mum Left When I Was Born. Despite His Own Hardships and Choosing Never to Remarry, He Did Everything for Me, and I Wanted to Grow Up Quickly to Help Him.
Because of Our Finances, I Started Working at 15—First Writing for Local Newspapers, Then Moving on to Better Jobs, and Eventually Landing an Office Position That Allowed Me to Support Us Both. Then One Day, My Dad Called Me for a Serious Conversation, and I Went in Nervous, Only to Find a Woman in the Sitting Room—Whom, According to My Dad, Was My Mum.
Upon Seeing Me, She Burst into Tears, Apologising and Wanting to Hug Me, but I Couldn’t Bring Myself to Embrace Her. I Pulled Away Gently and Left Without Another Word, Leaving the Two of Them Alone. I Decided to Let My Dad Handle It as He Thought Best, Because I Can’t Forgive Someone Who Abandoned Us and Never Even Bothered to Wish Me Happy Birthday All These Years. One afternoon, my dad called me into his study, claiming he wanted to chat about something serious. I’
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