13 years of marriage shattered in a moment. It all started with a late-night phone call from my sister, her voice trembling as she said, ‘Please don’t hate me.’ My heart sank, but nothing could prepare me for what she confessed next. While I was pulling a night shift in the ER, she and my husband ‘Jackass’ had been drinking and playing cards.
What happened next?
A betrayal I never saw coming. When I confronted him, the lies tumbled out, each one more desperate than the last.
Now, I’m faced with a choice that could end everything… (continue below)
AITAH for divorcing my husband of 10 years for making out with sister when he was drunk? Throwaway because lots of family and friends read here.
(and I’m pretty active here myself) For some background:
I (35F) have been married to my husband “Jackass” (38M) for 10 years, together for 13.
My sister “DeadToMe” (33F) and I have always been pretty close until recently.
She is married to a wonderful man named Danny.
About 6 months ago, Jackass and I were going through some marital issues regarding money. I work full time as a nurse and he was working full time as a laborer until he got laid off.
I work PM’s and have for about as long as we’ve been together. We have no children.
So when Jackass got laid off, understandably he was upset and felt dejected.
I constantly tried to reassure him and encourage him that he would find a new job.
Around mid November, he ended up getting a good paying job and all seemed back to normal.
He works days, I work nights and it is stressful in that we couldn’t see each other often, except on weekends.
He started complaining about this, basically demanding that I change my shift. I can’t do that because the hospital I work in needs me in the ER on nights because of my experience.
(It’s crazy here in the ER every night) We had several arguments about him changing shifts at his new job, which was available but he said no because his nights were for him to “relax and play video games” with his buddies.
I said okay fine, then stop complaining that we hardly see each other.
In one of our verbal fights, he said, “I feel like I’m single and maybe I should just act like I am”
I called my sister after that argument and cried on her shoulder. Usually, if we needed to talk, we turned to each other.
BIG mistake.
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago, my sister called me crying and told me she had a confession and said, “Please don’t hate me”.
She proceeded to tell me that one night when I was at work, she came over to my house and drank with my husband.
(Danny was also working nights).
In between sobs, she finally gets it out that she and Jackass were laughing, drinking and playing cards when all of a sudden he kissed her. She said they kissed and made out for about 5 minutes and that was it.
I basically told her to fuck off and hung up on her and went upstairs to confront Jackass. At first he said she was lying for “attention” but I knew.
Then he said that they were both so drunk that he gave her a couple ‘pecks’.
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