We're trying to figure out the best recourse to have it investigated, since she has zero right to be snooping through our shit. My sister was an accounts manager at Cox for a while, and she said their system had time and date stamps for everything, so if you were investigated for any reason, there was irrefutable proof.
We're divorced, she has no right to go through my information, and I don't care if she loses her job over it, because she's a shitty person. How do I pursue this?
I grew up in a house where me and my brother were the only kids and when it was still like that things were fine. We weren't rich or anything but all the attention was on me and my brother. We were raised well, respectful and honestly could never lie to our parents as not only were we raised that way but we never had a reason to lie to them or a reason to do anything messed up.
That all changed when my father's sister died leaving behind her 2 irresponsible daughters and one son, her son was around 6 years old, my age at the time and my parents took him in and everything changed. He wasn't raised like us, he lied, he was a glutton, addicted to roaming the streets all day long, hated chores and all round was a nuisance. He was quick to pick up bad habits.
He also stole my father's attention and he was soft on him which in turn would annoy my mother, because she'd have a hard time disciplining him. The unfair treatment we got from realising he would get away with things that we'd get punished for kinda annoyed me and my brother as well and the fact that he just hopped into our family sucked. He eventually after years changed for the better but never really got rid of the habits that annoyed me.
Fast forward about a little more than a decade later one of his sister's, my cousin's, had a kid(shortly after the time we took him in) but she was reckless and we had to take on him as well. He was older when we took him in, about 13, and he was worse, rude, annoying, didn't have any concept of respect, consequence and authority. He stole, he didn't listen to instruction and the only people he respected were me the older sibling and my father, since I guess he feared us.
Seeing him disrespect my mother was so infuriating, he did and said things to my mother that made me, the calmer sibling break out and shout at him, she always made the excuse of being tired of raising kids and the reason was she's never had to deal with this BS because she instilled respect to us at a young age and never had to deal with reversing a bad mannered teenager, punishment didn't seem to work on him and my mother was tired of it all so I'm the only one who kept sending him to his room. .
I never once got to have my own room in my youth always had to share, money was always tight taking 4 kids to school, buying clothes constantly, medical bills and my brother and I learned early that we'd never get whatever we like back when we were younger. He was into music but never touched a decent
... keep reading on reddit ➡This sounds crazy and I don't know what to do. I was born in a small family, just my parents and my twin sister. She passed away of pneumonia at age four, and after that her loss basically shut my mother down and she also died. My father raised me (very well) and while we didn't have a lot I had what I needed, but my birthday was tough for him too so it was usually just $10 and a cupcake. My father died when I was 25. I'm fine.
Seven years ago I met my wife, who comes from a huge family (five sisters!) that loves to celebrate EVERYTHING. Christmas, thanksgiving, easter, its all done big but the thing they really love to do is birthdays. I had my first birthday with them when I was 33, and it felt really good. All of them welcomed me into the family, especially my father-in-law who treated all of us sons-in-law like sons. He was the big patriarch of the family making sure everyone had a good time and welcoming everyone. It was great. Unfortunately he developed cancer and passed away three years ago. On my birthday.
Obviously that year we didn't do anything for my birthday (my wife understandably forgot and then bought me a cake a month later and gave it to me while sobbing hysterically) and the next year was the one-year anniversary and my wife and her sisters got together and had a time to talk about their father and mourn and remember him.
This year they're planning a dinner, on my birthday, to remember their father and they're officially making it a day to remember him. From now on. My wife pointed out that it was my birthday but her sisters say its the 'only day it works' because two nephews have birthdays the week before and a neice and their mother have birthdays the week after. They don't want to do a birthday party for me the night before the dinner because that would be two things back-to-back which would be complicated, because we're all married adults with families. I'm not a very emotionally expressive person, so I don't think my sisters-in-law knew how much I really appreciated the birthday parties I got (I thanked them many times) and they assumed it wouldn't be a big deal to me because I grew up without birthday parties. So there's just nothing for me.
On the one hand I understand there's a need to mourn and remember their father, but I don't want to give up my birthday as a day of celebration in this family forever. My wife wants me to be happy, but her sisters are guilting her into coming to the dinner (20+ people an
... keep reading on reddit ➡Hello everyone
My wife and I are lucky enough to be expecting our first son later this year. We are both very excited and so far everything seems to be going very smoothly. For context my wife has both an older and younger sister. Unfortunately her younger sister passed away from a brain tumour at the age of 13 in 2011. I know my wife would give anything for our son to meet his aunt but unfortunately that is not an option. I am wondering if anyone has similar life experience or suggestions for a way we can honour her sister when the new baby arrives. I am just looking for something creative like something in the nursery or anything like that.
Thanks for your time everyone.
My first wife of 12 years (together 19) and my young daughter were killed in an auto accident over 10 years ago. My first wife was great in every way imaginable—beautiful, driven, smart, compassionate, great wife and mother—I could go on. Her death and my daughter’s death left me in a horrible state of depression for nearly 3 years.
Meeting my second wife about 3 years after the accident pulled me out of my depression and completely rejuvenated my life. We became friends for about 2 years and were in a state of limbo for several reasons before we decided to pursue a relationship. We married a year later, and I could describe my second wife in all of the same ways I described my first wife, but only to add that after some trepidation on her part, she became a great mother for my son, more than I could even imagine.
About a month ago, somebody in an overly inebriated state had actually asked me which marriage I’ve enjoyed more. Nevermind that this was a terribly rude and invasive question that I just brushed off by saying both were equally great at very different points in my life. However, it did get me to wondering. Which marriage have I enjoyed more?
The best way for me to answer it: Independent of the after-effects of the trauma I’ve coped with since the accident, I’ve really enjoyed my second marriage more. And I’m really feeling guilty about it.
My second wife and I share an intense love of sports—MLB, NFL, NBA, NHL. This is literally 90% of what we watch on TV (side note: these next few weeks or months will be rough for us). My first wife liked sports, especially College Football and anything relating to our Alma Mater, but nothing this intense (my love for Penn State kind of died when she died; I’ve barely watched any college sports since; haven’t even visited State College despite many opportunities to do so. My second wife isn’t a big college sports fan anyway).
On a whim, my second wife and I will attend a sporting event if we’re not too tired or won’t be too busy with work the next day. Sometimes my son will come along (definitely for NHL games, never for MLB). This was never an option in my first marriage. We had date nights every now and then and hired a babysitter. But we mostly vedged out at home. We were both working professionals, but I work days and she worked nights during the last 6 years of her life. She would take care of the kids in the morning, I would do the same at night. My second wife and I have similar
... keep reading on reddit ➡In doing some research for a friend I recently came across this marriage record, on the right for Nathn J Bressler and Katherine V Nichols from 1907.
I can't figure out why it says do not publish or why her parents names are not listed, while all other records from this group include this information. They were married, had children together, and are listed as the spouses on each others death certificates, so it does not seem to have been an anullment. Any direction would be appreciated. I can not find Katherine's mothers name at all, her fathers name appears to be Charles (based on her death record) Thank you!
Please help me, i have a blood pressure problem, and when i checked it the machine showed, blood pressure out of range of equipment, please guide me.
UPDATE: I just discovered that they have done such orgy atleast 3 times before, i just discovered a facebook group where they planned this, and facebook even told them when i was not at home (it tracked me through the phone), but it didnot track me this time as i had uninstalled, due to the Cambridge Analytica scandal by zuck. Thank you Zuck
Pardon my English, I'm illiterate.
UPDATE!!!!!! https://www.reddit.com/r/relationships/comments/48wx74/i_30m_am_falling_for_my_deceased_wifes_sister_27f/d0oes1n?context=3
Where to begin?
I lost my wife in a horrible car accident 5 years ago. We had only been married for a year and 2 months before the accident and things were going great. It absolutely broke me when I lost her but with time it got better. Still not a day goes by that I don't think about her. We got married when I was 25 and she was 24. We met in school and really hit it off.
After the accident I stayed in touch with her family. They were very supportive of me until I was able to get back on my feet. I still talk to her mother every once in a while just to see how she's doing (diagnosed with Dimentia and other mental illnesses) she didn't take Sarah's death too well. I was a mess for almost a year before I finally got my shit together. I now own my own home and I have a great job.
Anyways, I have recently reconnected with Kaley (her younger sister), her and her husband just got a divorce and she needed a place to stay and I had an extra bedroom. Sarah would have wanted me to help her and I owed alot to her family for supporting me after the accident. Me and Kaley were always good friends and was one of the bride's maids at the wedding. She has been here a couple of weeks now and honestly I hope she never leaves haha.
Yesterday (Thursday) I came home early from work to find Kaley in the living room watching Fuller House. She invited me to the couch and we both watched the last 20 or so minutes of the first episode then decided to order pizza to be delivered. When the pizza came in we both went back to the couch and started up another episode. We started talking about our lives a little bit and how much of a douche her ex-husband was and asked me how I was doing. During our conversation she got really emotional there when we discussed about her relationship and I extended my arms out for a hug.
We hugged for a good solid few minutes, her head rested on my shoulders and her hand on my chest. We continued watching Netflix until we both fell asleep. Today she is making me breakfast and asked if I wanted to watch more netflix tonight with her. I lied to her and told her I had some work to do that needed to be done or it was going to be late. I went back to my room and I plan on spending the rest of today evaluating this relationship.
I'm not sure what to do. I really like Kaley and she really is a great girl but I can't he
... keep reading on reddit ➡The story is about a girl whose mother ran away from her lawful Marriage to her father Who is some type of Nobility. Her mother tells her that her father wants to kill her and takes her to the nearest castle where she is to pretend to be a young boy in training to become a page tonight. She eventually becomes a famous night known for his reckless Antics. She has a name like the black knight ( I can’t quite remember )As a night she has multiple mistresses which are just women who are in trouble who she supports financially. ‘ The story starts after a large battle when she’s told that her mother is dying. She sneaks away from the battleTo visit her mother. Her mother tells her that her father yes sorry about his past behavior and wants to reconcile with her. He has arranged a marriage for her. It is her mothers dying wish that she become a lady and marry.
Her future husband is her old commanding lord for which she has romantic feelings. Once before their marriage, he realized she was a women when he had been injured in battle and feverish and she was caring caring for him while he was sick disguised as a knight/Paige (since then she has been his dream woman though he thought in simply had made a pass at a male knight in his fevered delerium)
My uncle died last night after a pretty long battle with dementia. My uncle divorced his wife probably 10 years ago, maybe slightly less. It was a very acrimonious divorce.
One somewhat relevant piece of information is that my uncle was a miser and was extremely frugal, whereas my aunt had a shopping addiction, so they kept separate accounts, and he would bail her out when she went into debt. This caused a lot of conflict in their marriage, and I am surprised he did not have a stroke when he wrote the check out to her for half of his assets when they divorced. On top of that, when the divorce was nearly finalized, she changed her mind at the last minute and asked for several hundred thousand dollars extra and emotional damage for all the times he refused to go on vacation with her. That motion was denied, I believe. She got her settlement, and she immediately bought a house in Florida with it.
Perhaps a year or two after the divorce, my uncle went into a sharp decline. He was very heavy drinker, and I believe that he had early onset dementia from that. He was moved into an assisted living facility and improved, but when his health took a turn for the worse, he went into a nursing home.
When she learned about this, she went to the nursing home, and my father was quite angry because she was not an approved visitor. She told my father that she believed that they were still married, and that she would take him with her, but when she saw how bad his physical condition wise, she abruptly left. This story does not make complete sense to me, and I kind of wonder whether my father’s perception colored the events. But my father is afraid that she will make a scene at a funeral if she comes.
I don’t really like her for my own reasons. We hired a friend of her’s to take care of my grandmother for several years until she finally had to move into a nursing home a few years ago. My father has already told that friend that my uncle died, so I imagine that my former aunt will find out that he died but does not have funeral details.
I should also mention that my uncle never had children, which was a source of disappointment for him and his ex-wife. He was an introvert and did not have many friends, and I think he lost touch with most of his friends over the course of his dementia. I imagine that perhaps a dozen people will be in attendance, so in a way, it’s not a huge deal if she comes or not. But my father prefers that she not attend.
Several of my
... keep reading on reddit ➡My mom died ten years ago at age sixty four after a long battle with bone cancer. My father had passed away several years before of a heart attack; he was considerably older than my mother. He was a banker and had left my mother in a decent position financially.
I was dating my future wife seriously at the time of my mom's death. I am now a general practitioner and my wife is a licensed vocational nurse, but at the time both of us were still in school and working odd jobs. I was nearly done with med school and about to go into residency. I was also taking care of my mom by having her live with me in my apartment. She had sold her house to help pay her medial bills. It was okay; I had a large apartment and there was room.
It helped that wife and I both have medical training. Future-wife shared the apartment with me. We live in a small, two bedroom starter home these days.
My younger sister, who is an aspiring actress and current homemaker though she went to school (at mom's expense) for a degree in philosophy, lived with her boyfriend at the time and didn't really participate in our lives. She was kind of "too cool" for us. I knew that for a long period she pretended she wasn't related to any of us at all so that she could fake telling everyone she was French-Canadian in order to appear more exotic. She didn't take her scam far enough to actually learn the language, interestingly.
At any rate, when my mom started to really decline, she had serious talks with me about her will. She knew and really liked my future wife, and she knew we were engaged. My mom didn't have much in the way of money and assets: all told, she was worth about a hundred thousand dollars.
Except, she had a Victorian-era engagement ring that my dad gave her when they were engaged in the 1960s. My dad got it from his mother, who in turn got it from my grandfather who got killed in World War 2 (he died at Dieppe in 1942, serving with the Canadian army). The ring was made in the 1880s and just as diamonds were becoming popular. It had been handed down through my family for generations.
My mother told me it wasn't an especially great diamond, but the age of the ring, the sterling silver and unique design gave it an appraised value of over a hundred thousand dollars. She said that when she died, she wanted me to have it and give it to my wife.
Predictably, when my sister heard our mother was dying and she sniffed an inheritance in the offing, she and her latest boyfriend high-t
... keep reading on reddit ➡Tragically, my husband lost his first wife from a rapid illness seven years ago. He had been married to her for a little over a year when she passed. For reference, he and I met 4 years ago (she had been dead just about 3 years then), dated a year, got engaged and have now been married a little over 2 years.
My husband's sisters continue to make very blatant and passive aggressive comparisons to my face (and on social media) between me and his first wife. Now obviously I never met the first wife, but from what my husband says and what I can put together, she and I have very different personalities (I'm an introvert, she was bubbly. I am left leaning, she was a conservative christian. She dressed very girly, I wear jeans and have piercings.), but similar values, if that makes sense.
I feel like I have been understanding of their grief and the natural comparisons that would be made at the beginning of our relationship, but I have now been with my husband longer than she was...I feel I've earned a little more "cred" and legitimacy - I am clearly no rebound.
The behavior I am talking about is little comments at family gatherings like, (when I don't eat their mother's german choc cake because I HATE coconut with a passion) "That's so sad - Kelly LOVED mom's cake!" to the new (white) car I bought "Gosh brother, I can't believe you guys bought that! Kelly HATED white for cars!!" to tagging my husband in posts about how they "miss someone who is irreplaceable" (they like to do this particular Facebook post at every holiday), or tagging him in posts about losing your "true love".
There are so many more examples, I know it might seem like I'm being too sensitive, but it builds up and weighs on me, especially because we have now been together so long. Trust me, there is so much more in their behavior and overall acceptance of me.
I've tried befriending my sister-in-laws, finding things in common to bond over, but they just kinda seem to have made this pact to shut me out.
I want to just make it clear I am not jealous that my husband loved someone before me, he doesn't contribute to the issue himself in anyway. It sucks that his first wife died, but he was a young man when that happened and I just am getting so sick of being reminded that I'm just filling someone else's spot in my sister-in-laws minds and am not filling the shoes.
TLDR: Husband lost his first wife 7 years ago. His sisters continue to compare me to her as though she was the standard of ev
... keep reading on reddit ➡I’m 27 years old. My wife passed away less than a year ago suddenly in a car crash. We’d been married for four years.
The pregnancy happened all by accident when I was 18, she was a few years older. It turned out to be twins (twins run in my family, I myself am a twin). At the time I wanted to marry her, I even proposed, I thought it would be the right thing to do so that I could support the kids and they could grow up in a proper home. I wanted to be a good father unlike my own father and fully involved in my kids life, I had always swore to myself that if I ever have kids I would never let myself be an absent father like my own dad was.
At the time when I proposed, my wife rejected. She said she wasn’t in love with me at the time, but she still let me be fully involved in the life of the kids. I was there when they were born, I juggled going through university and being the dad of two kids at the same time. I tried to be as supportive and involved in their life as I could, we split it between us. Over years of parenting together, despite our differences, I guess she did eventually fall in love with me (I’d always been in love with her), and we got married. I guess all the time together and the experience of growing and raising children together really made us feel like a family and we did fall in love, and we ended up getting married.
Our married life wasn’t always easy. We were saving up and we ended up buying a house, a nice one too, which we hoped we’d raise our family in. However things became sort of hard after that, my wife developed a drinking problem which I didn’t even know about, and while we did many things to help her, it never fully disappeared. She ended up having to quit her job and I was working full time and over-hours to support our family. Luckily I had a somewhat well-paying job so we still made our ends meet. Our relationship with my in-laws was never good. Her parents and family hated me, they hated the fact that she had kids with me, she hated the fact that she ended up marrying me. They always thought she could do better than me, they thought she had massively “settled” when she ended up marrying me and resented the fact that she ended up married to me. I’m not a vagrant or anything, I had an education, a good job. I have no idea why they never liked me. Both me and my wife are white, so its not like it could be a racism issue, but I have no idea why they never warmed up to me. They loved my wife, they loved
... keep reading on reddit ➡When me and my wife first married, we both had great careers, mine pays better but hers was totally legitimate. After the first kid we talked for awhile and decided she would work less, to take care of them. After she became pregnant with our second, we decided she wouldn't work at all, because my job pays enough for us to be comfortable, and my boss even offered to raise my salary slightly, because I had a kid.
My wife is due in about a week, so my sister came over to help around the house, and with the first kid, because I'm still working. My sister has been staying in the guest room. Everything was going great, and I finally had a chance to relax a little because my wife is was getting the help she needed during the day, so there wasn't as much to do when I got home. Me and my wife were both sleeping better, and things were more relaxed.
The issue started a few days ago, my wife and sister had made dinner that night. I make it all the time, but we try and split the work. My sister said that my wife is dumb for letting a man rule over her. My wife is a very shy person who doesn't stand up for herself, so I told my sister that she doesn't know what she's talking about. My sister said that I'm part of the problem and if I would just grow up and do my research, I would know I'm contributing to a society of oppression. This pissed me off, my wife chooses not to work, so in the end after a lot of arguing my sister left.
Now my wife feels like it's her fault that my sister is mad, even though I tell her it's not, and my sister won't talk to me. The straw that broke the camel's back was when she told our parents that I hit her, and that I hit my wife too. My parents believe her, and told me they're trying to get my wife a divorce lawyer, without her knowing. I never laid a hand on either of them, and never would. What should I do? My sister despises me, my wife blames herself, and my parents think I shouldn't be a father or a husband.
Edit: Thanks for the replies, everyone. To clarify a bit, I work for a small PC store, that specializes in repairs. My 'boss' is also the company owner, and friend of 20 years, if it counts as friendship that young. He gave me a raise because I had a kid, and because he wanted to help me along, as a friend. He's 30 years older.
You've all given some really great advice, and I'm really grateful so many people want to help. I don't think I can reply to you all, but I am reading them. In the end I decided to let my wife know
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On mobile and throwaway. This story is a tad bit confusing, so I'll do my best to explain. Families, amirite?
My dad died a few years ago. After his death, my dad's wife told my mom she found some girl's birth certificate in my dad's safe. She was born a few months after me, so we are the same age. The name she gave my mom was the name of another family member's ex-girlfriend who used to live with them. That's sort of an irrelevant detail, because this girl, although close in age, doesn't have the same birth date and the circumstances lead me to believe she is definitely not my sister.
However, when I searched for my dad online, I found another girl's name associated with him. She has a very common name with a very unique spelling, think along the lines of something like, Jahnette, but more exotic. She also has the same last name as my dad. We have a moderately unique surname, and so I'm pretty sure she's the only one in the nation with this name. I did a Goog but she has no social media, but she has a specific professional license in the state she lives in. I found an email address one one of those free search databases and emailed her, with no response. That was probably over 6 months ago, so I'm not even sure if it's one she still uses.
This honestly doesn't surprise me, as my dad did this before, and I have a half brother I didn't know about until I was a teenager and he was granted custody of him. I feel bad for this girl because she wasn't listed as one of his children in his obituary, but they must have connected at some point because his address is listed as one of hers.
The thing is, I want to know more, and I want to ask my dad's wife (Not her mom btw, my dad really liked to sleep around) but I'm afraid she's going to give me some BS. Not to mention I've got a lot of emotions when I think about this, from anger, to excitement. How do I even approach this? How do I get answers if she doesn't want to give them up?
Please help me, i have a blood pressure problem, and when i checked it the machine showed, blood pressure out of range of equipment, please guide me.
UPDATE: I just discovered that they have done such orgy atleast 3 times before, i just discovered a facebook group where they planned this, and facebook even told them when i was not at home (it tracked me through the phone), but it didnot track me this time as i had uninstalled, due to the Cambridge Analytica scandal by zuck. Thank you Zuck
