Ten years have passed since finding out, and we have still never met him. © ifindthishumerus / Reddit
My dad used to make me hide in the back seat of his car whenever he’d take my half-brother to meet up with his real father. It was always at this one shady gas station late at night, and he’d just duck my head down because he didn’t want me to know what was going on.
Apparently, my brother’s real dad was in and out of prison a lot too, so I believe he was protecting me. © ballin_balas / Reddit
When I was a kid, I used to think I was visiting my grandpa at work. Later on, I learned that his “work clothes” were actually a prison uniform.
A twist to the story is that my grandmother cheated on him with the sheriff who arrested him, and still lives with that guy to this day. © Plumerian / Reddit
My boyfriend and I would have weekly lunch dates every Wednesday at the same restaurant. He said it was his favorite place.
He also said he was only available Wednesday at noon. I typed in his number, and I was shocked to find his contact — with a photo of him and his dog in his bed, no clothes. Both of us said at the same time, “How do you know my boyfriend?” She usually had Wednesdays off and was just covering a shift that day.
Turns out, they had weekly Wednesday dinner dates. © Unknown author / Reddit
I had to go see a counselor a lot as a kid, but I had no clue why at the time. I didn’t make the connection until I was older, but I was receiving counseling because I was suffering from PTSD caused by a scary car crash I was involved in when I was around 4–5 years old.
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My mother used to never want to get out of bed when I was 5, and she just kept saying she was sick. Finally, my stepdad took her to a hospital, where she stayed for nearly a month. I thought it was so cool that her hospital let her do arts and crafts all the time, plus she got better and started doing arts and crafts with me, too, when she got home.
I remember telling her that I wished I could go to the hospital and draw all day. She sat me down and told me that she hoped I would never get sick like she did. But if I do, there’s nothing wrong with needing help to get better, even if you have to go somewhere for a little while to do it.
When my daughter was 7, she had sleepovers at her friend Tia’s home and loved her dad’s pasta. My wife always insisted on taking her there. Then suddenly, she stopped and said they had moved.
Now, 9 years later, I mentioned Tia, and my kid turned pale and said, “Mom always lied. She and Tia’s dad were having an affair, and she actually used my sleepovers as an excuse to see him.”
In that moment, my world shattered. My wife and I had been going through a rough patch in our relationship back then, but I never imagined she would start seeing someone else.
The worst part? She had used our daughter as a pretext to visit her lover. My daughter begged me to forget what she had told me and move on, insisting that the past was behind us.
But I couldn’t. I confronted my wife and filed for divorce.
