A Nanny for My Brother Whats wrong, Julia? Still not replying? Shes not! Not a word from her since six oclock!
The Most Heartbreaking Thing That Happened to Me in 2025 Was Discovering My Husband Was Cheating—And That My Brother, Cousin, and Father Had Known All Along
We Had Been Married Eleven Years. The Woman My Husband Had the Affair With Worked as a Secretary at the Company Where My Brother Works. Their Relationship Began After My Brother Introduced Them—It Wasn’t an Accident. They Met at Work, Meetings, Business Events, and Social Gatherings My Husband Attended. My Cousin Also Saw Them Together in These Circles. Everyone Knew Each Other. Everyone Saw Each Other Regularly.
For Months, My Husband Continued Life as Usual, and I Attended Family Events With My Brother, Cousin, and Father, Unaware All Three Knew About the Affair. None of Them Warned Me. No One Said a Word. No One Even Tried to Prepare Me for What Was Happening Behind My Back.
When I Learned About the Affair in October, I Confronted My Husband First, Who Confirmed Everything. Then I Spoke to My Brother, Asking Directly If He Knew—He Said Yes, for Several Months, Claiming It Wasn’t His Business and That Between Men “Such Things Aren’t Discussed.” My Cousin Admitted He Had Also Known, Citing That He Didn’t Want Trouble and Didn’t Think He Had the Right to Interfere.
Finally, My Father Admitted He Knew Too—For a Long Time—but Didn’t Want Conflict and Believed Couples Should Work Things Out Themselves. All Three Told Me the Same.
Afterwards, I Moved Out and the House Is Now for Sale. There Were No Public Fights or Dramas—I Refuse to Lower Myself for Anyone. The Woman Still Works for My Brother, and My Brother, Cousin, and Father Remain on Good Terms With Both My Husband and Her.
For Christmas and New Year, My Mum Invited Me to Celebrate With the Family—My Brother, Cousin, and Father Would All Be There. I Told Her I Couldn’t Bear to Sit at the Table With People Who Knew About the Affair and Chose to Stay Silent. They Celebrated Together Without Me—I Missed Both Holidays. Since October, I Haven’t Spoken to Any of the Three. I Don’t Think I Can Forgive Them. The most painful thing that happened to me in 2025 was discovering that my wife had been cheating on
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I’ve Had Three Long-Term Relationships. In All Three, I Thought I’d Become a Father – But Each Time, When Things Got Serious About Having Children, I Walked Away
My first partner already had a young child when we met; I was 27. I gradually adjusted to her child’s routine and our shared responsibilities, but when we started talking about having a child together and nothing happened for months, she went to the doctor first. Everything was fine with her, and she gently suggested I get tested too. I kept brushing it off, assuring her it would just happen in time. But I grew uncomfortable, irritable, tense—and eventually, the arguments became too much and I left.
My second relationship was different: neither of us had children and we both knew we wanted a family. Years passed and many attempts later, each negative pregnancy test shut me off more. Her tears became regular, I avoided the topic, and when she suggested we see a specialist, I dismissed it as overreacting. I started turning up late, losing interest, feeling trapped—and after four years, we broke up.
My third partner had two teenage sons and told me from the start she was fine not having more children. Yet, somehow, the topic resurfaced—because I needed to prove to myself that I could. But once again, nothing happened. I began to feel out of place, like I was intruding on a life that wasn’t meant for me.
The same thing happened in all three relationships—not just disappointment, but fear. Fear of sitting in a doctor’s office and hearing I was the problem.
I never got tested. I never confirmed anything. I always chose to walk away, rather than face an answer I wasn’t sure I could handle.
Now, in my forties, I see my former partners with their families and children who aren’t mine. And sometimes I wonder—did I really leave because I’d had enough, or because I lacked the courage to face what might have been happening to me? Ive had three proper long-term relationships in my life. In all three, I genuinely believed Id end up
