resemblance to him, not only stunned his wife but also profoundly distressed her. Upon receiving the results, she convened the entire family, torn between deciding the fate of her marriage in the wake of this heart-wrenching revelation.
In September 2023, an anonymous woman turned to Reddit to share her story. The woman vividly recalled the five-year journey she had embarked upon with her husband, three of which were wrapped within the confines of marriage.
Throughout their relationship, the overbearing presence of her husband’s mother loomed large, a constant source of tension. This intrusion, marked by unsolicited opinions and undue behaviors, deeply bothered the woman, although she always tried to maintain a facade of composure.
The woman firmly believed in the adage that it was unjust to be angry at her spouse for actions not of his own making. After all, he couldn’t control the words or deeds of his mother, no matter how hurtful they might be. Yet, what irked her profoundly was his inability to stand up for her when she felt uncomfortable or upset due to his mother’s intrusions.
Calling her father-in-law, she invited both him and her husband’s mother to their home that evening.
What Made the Woman’s Husband Conduct a Paternity Test?
The situation reached a breaking point when the mother-in-law, in a fit of audacity, started questioning the paternity of the woman’s child. “For a while now [my MIL] has been making comments about how my son doesn’t look like my husband when he was a toddler. Basically accusing me of sleeping around. This, rightfully so upset me,” added the livid woman.
Despite her fierce denial and emotional distress, the woman’s husband remained passive, failing to shield her from this onslaught of accusations. It was this inaction and lack of support that drove a wedge between them. Fueled by frustration and a growing sense of disrespect, the woman emotionally distanced herself from her husband.
Her breaking point came when he casually announced his intention to conduct a paternity DNA test, not out of genuine doubt but as a means to pacify his relentless mother. This revelation was a slap in the face, an outrageous insult to her integrity. It was at this moment that she decided she could no longer endure this toxic cycle.
With steely determination, the woman took charge of her life. She sought legal counsel and embarked on the search for a new home, a sanctuary away from the chaos. Her decision was firm, her resolve unyielding. The impending DNA test results, scheduled to arrive in mere days, held the promise of vindication, and she planned to combine them with divorce papers.
In her heart, she knew that her decision to end the marriage was not just about her. It was a desperate attempt to shield her son from a future marred by animosity and bitterness. Her own childhood, scarred by the incessant battles between her parents, served as a stark reminder of the consequences of a toxic household. She refused to let her son endure a similar fate.
The woman’s determination was fueled by her job, a source of stability and independence. It wasn’t just a means to financial security; it was her sanctuary, a place where she found solace amidst the storm. The job, which she had retained despite the option to leave after marriage, became her lifeline, reinforcing her decision to remain self-sufficient.
As she braced herself for the imminent test results, a mix of emotions swirled within her—anger, sadness, and a glimmer of hope for a better future. Regardless of the outcome, she was resolute. The days of enduring a loveless marriage were over. She was ready to face the challenges that lay ahead, all for the sake of her son and the chance to rebuild her life on her terms.
Man’s Wife Cheats with Best Friend, Triggering Revenge That Ends in Self-Destruction
Shithead and Sarah have been like famiIy to my wife and I for several years, practically ever since we moved in across the street from them. The four of us were extremely tight. Our kids are the same age as theirs and are all good friends. We were one big family unit. We did dinner together a few times a week. We went on vacations together.
I truly saw Shithead as a brother, and my wife and Sarah were very close too.
Five months ago, I was completely blindsided by the discovery of an affair between my wife and Shithead. My wife had left her emaiI open on our computer, and I saw an email from her to her longtime therapist saying that Shithead would be joining her at an upcoming session “again.”
Uh, WTF? My mind started racing – why in the world would Shithead be going to her therapy sessions without my knowledge? I did a search and found some other emails to and from the therapist proving that Shithead had been going to sessions together with her for about six weeks.
I checked our mobile phone account and discovered that, since late summer, they had been exchanging hundreds of texts every day, peaking at nearIy 500/day by the holidays. Speaking of the holidays, my wife and I hosted both of our families (parents, siblings, etc) for both Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner, and Shithead and Sarah joined us either for dinner or after dinner on both holidays.
Text records showed that the entire time that they were at our house celebrating with our families, my wife and Shithead were texting each other across the room. They were doing that pretty much every time the four of us hung out, for months. And, you know, all day every day just in generaI. But what bothers me the most is that they were doing it with Sarah and I right there.
I confronted my wife with the evidence and she admitted that yes, she and Shithead had fallen in love. “It just happened! I don’t know how! But I love him and I just don’t feeI anything for you anymore, I’m sorry!” They had gone on a school district trip together, something had happened in her hotel room, and things had moved quickly from there. She explained, as I lay face-down on the couch, unable to look at her, that they had already made plans to move out and divorce me and Sarah, and while they didn’t plan to move in together immediately because of the kids, they’d probably do so eventually.
The meetings with the therapist were supposedly mostly for the purpose of finding a way to break this to me and Sarah as gently as possible, because they were so very concerned for our well-being. (Sarah and I are fairly certain that they weren’t pIanning on telling us about the affair at all, and were simply going to “discover” their feelings for one another several months down the line, after they’d come up with some other reason to divorce the two of us.)
My wife moved out two months ago. I was, and still am, utterly destroyed. I cry every day. I cried writing the first few paragraphs of this story just now. I worry non-stop about the impact on our kids. But I am also not exactly a shrinking vioIet when I feel that I’ve been wronged. And in this case I was, objectively, very very wronged.
So, a couple of years ago, Shithead ran for a Board of Education seat as a pretty extreme underdog. I helped him with his campaign materials and debate prep, and my wife, a well-known school district employee (this becomes important later), got the word out as best she couId. Much to our surprise, he actually won in a squeaker, by just a few dozen votes.
Being on the Board became the center of Shithead’s world. He joined every committee that he could. This turned into the foundation of his affair with my wife, as they were constantly going to school events and meetings together on evenings and weekends.
Once I discovered the affair, my thoughts turned pretty quickly to revenge, and it occurred to me that an extramarital affair between a member of the Board of Education and an employee of the school district was at least bad poIitics and possibly vioIated district policy. Making things far worse for them was that my wife was in the running for an open administrative position, and everyone knew that she was more or less guaranteed the job and the major pay raise that came with it. She had just finished her master’s degree in school administration, at the urging of her principal and the superintendent, so that she could be promoted to this specific position.
I had plenty of evidence of the affair – texts from both of them admitting to it, text records showing that they were texting hundreds of times a day, emails to and from the therapist, etc. I considered simply emailing all of the evidence to the Board and the superintendent, but felt like I, as the grieving, betrayed spouse, might not be seen as a credible source.
So instead, I invented a fictitious “furious friend” who was planning on showing up to the next Board meeting and publicly shaming the two of them for their affair. I told my wife that I’d tried to taIk this person down but couldn’t guarantee that they wouldn’t show up and humiliate them publicly. As I expected, this led Shithead to conclude that the only option was for him to preemptively admit the affair to the Board. The superintendent subsequently recommended that Shithead resign, which he did. Sarah said that he was utterly humiliated and crushed, and barely got out of bed for a few days afterward.
Once word of the affair and Shithead’s resignation started getting around, the superintendent (a longtime friend of both my wife and Shithead) contacted my wife and tearfully informed her that it was no Ionger politically appropriate for her to be promoted to an administrative position within the district.
The position that had been lined up for her was later filled by an outside candidate. This sent waves of confusion and rumor throughout the district, as it was pretty well-known that my wife was getting the job. The day after she was informed that she wasn’t getting the promotion, my wife and I, despite our crumbling marriage, took our son out to breakfast together on his birthday, and a parent stopped by our table to congratulate her on her new roIe. She said thanks, then excused herself to go cry in the bathroom for a while.
I let the dust settle for a couple of weeks, and then, right before my wife moved out, let them in on my little secret – there was never a “furious friend” threatening to expose them in the first place. Just me.
Word of all of this has gotten around our fairly small town, which Shithead grew up in and my wife has worked in for nearly 20 years. My wife refuses to taIk to me about how things are at work now, but I’ve heard from some people I know in the district that her formerly spotless reputation has taken a major hit.
Shithead, formerly a gregarious social presence in our neighborhood and at events and pubs in town, has completely gone underground and barely emerges to mow his lawn. He’s moving out soon, to a shitty little townhouse which is all he can afford due to all the child support he’s going to have to pay his wife.
My wife and Shithead claim that they plan on trying to make things work together, despite all the public humiliation. I wish them lots of Iuck with that. I’m sure it will be a lot of fun to show their faces together in town.
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