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I met my birth mom at 21 — at my lowest. I moved in with her and her husband, a rich lawyer. She planned to include me in her will, but they insisted on a DNA test. It was negative. I became homeless. 2 years later, she di:ed under mysterious circumstances.
Then one day, her husband, unable to keep the secret anymore, flipped out and revealed that he had pulled some strings to alter the test results, and I was, in fact, her daughter. He confessed that he had a daughter with her and didn’t want the inheritance to be split between us.
Later, his wife—my mother—experienced a severe psychotic episode. They moved to another country to get away from friends and the situation, but she ultimately passed away. After her death, he was consumed with guilt and fell into a deep depression. Now, he wanted to clear his conscience and ask for my forgiveness.
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I had an aff:a:ir with a coworker whilst on a break with my boyfriend (now ex) and then rekindled with my ex within two weeks. I became pregnant, and the dates pointed to my ex. I had a very dark-skinned baby with my ex supposedly, but we realized the baby couldn’t be his (and no one believed she was his). I got back with the coworker on the premise that this had to be his baby. A DNA test proved months later that my dark-skinned baby is my blonde, very white ex’s. Things are great, and the coworker adopted her. © myswagaccount / Reddit
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I always knew I was a little different but had no one to talk to about my feelings growing up. After years of homelessness, couch surfing, and dating bad men, my mom finally decided I wasn’t just a lazy brat and began to help me.
I’ve now been diagnosed with autism and PTSD. I’m currently living in the largest metro area in the tri-state region and am beginning the process of getting real mental health care. It’s been a long journey, but my opportunity to get better has finally come. © misfitx / Reddit
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My high school sweetheart and I got engaged, but he tragically di:e:d from a seizure. After a few years, I started dating again and fell in love. I told him about my past. On our wedding day, he passed out at the altar due to a seizure.
He later told me he had one in the past few months and had several over the last few years, but he hid them from me so he wouldn’t hurt me. © im_trying_here_ / Reddit
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I met the love of my life during my sophomore year of college. We graduated, moved in together, bought a house, and finally got married after eight years together.
Two months after the wedding, we decided to move across the country for a work opportunity. About a year and a half in, having the time of our lives, we decided to start a family. I got pregnant right away, and we were over the moon with happiness. Everything was going perfectly.
At five months pregnant, on a normal Tuesday, he was late coming home from work. He wasn’t answering his phone, texts, or emails. Finally, about three hours after he should have been home, someone answered his phone.
It was a police officer. Sudden cardiac arrest. Age 30. Widowed at five months pregnant.
