u/Background-War9535

link to the original : https://www.reddit.com/r/AITAH/s/7fyQEXbh3P

Hey guys , first of all thank you all so much for the messages

some people asked for an update , and i’m here for it , the last 48h were the most insane i’ve ever had honestly ,

so to go back where we left off , my husband arrived yesterday afternoon ,can u guess who also came ???? yeahhhh his mom ! nothing i was already expecting , but it’s always surprising ig

when he car pulled up , my MIL was the first to come out , they both got in , my child was in my old bedroom (in my parents house ) with my sister and mother , and in the living room my brothers, dad , me and them

the first thing that came out of her mouth was “quit the bullshit , my baby is a girl right ?” i said that my baby is a male , my family confirmed , my MILs face completely changed , she started crying saying that this one was meant to be a girl , and if she knew i would give her another boy she wouldn’t have been so nice to me

(for context , my husband has 1 brother only , and he is already done having kids , he has 3 boys )

i told her to go fuck herself , this child is MINE not hers , and i surely didn’t had a baby so she could fulfill her wired desires .

she was about to raise her voice , but my brother stopped her and told her that it wouldn’t be accepted in this house and asked her to leave and wait for my husband in the car .

(yes after she found out the gender , she didn’t even asked to see him )

she left , giving my dirty looks , but left

my husband looked at me and asked me how could i rob this moment from him, as u can imagine i replied with the plan they had , he turned pale , and then i think it all clicked together in his little brain .

he started apologizing and saying that it was just to shush his mom and that he would never actually do it , but after being pressured, his speech changed to :”but im also going trough a lot in the delivery room , i need support “

my whole family started laughing in his face , he got angry , and demanded to know my sons name and see him , i told him the name , and allowed him to see im from a far , he asked to hold him and i declined .

after this , i talked alone with him, and told him that i wanted a divorce , he cried , pleaded , and asked for another chance , i told him my decision was final , and that he didn’t had to financially support my child , but that our marriage was over , i asked him to come around the next day so we can discuss this better.

then he came , his eyes were puffy im guessing from crying , and he and his mom came here , looked at my husband and said OUT LOUD, that he should give me the divorce and forget about this kid since it was a boy , he should find a woman that would give him a girl . finally i saw that dude get a little of a backbone , and he told her to get out , that she already ruined this enough . she yelled as expected and left .

he cried and told me finally understood the kind of harm his mom was making to our family and told me that if i needed him to go NC with her to save our marriage he would .

i told him that i needed time to think , and told him to give me some days , he is returning to NC , and im abt a week he will come down again so we can talk

now i know what he did was horrible , but being a single mom at 23 is not ideal , and weather i like it or not , i still feel smt for this man….

any opinions and recommendations are welcome !

I’m engaged. My fiancee told me today, she expects me to pay 100% of the bills after marriage (and give her $500 monthly allowance too). She will keep her earnings totally for herself.

Her income is approximately the same as my income, so I said we should share the burden of paying bills & supporting the family. I said that’s how it was with my mom/dad and grandma/grandpa and great-grandma/grandpa (married 1930s). Both worked; both paid bills & shared household chores. A partnership.

She said my family is weird & that’s wrong. The man should be 100% the provider.

[supprimé]

I am a highly regarded scientist and researcher at a private security firm. Granted the firm is ran by a cold blooded alcoholic with an… let’s just interesting dynamic with her equally alcoholic, and probably nymphomaniac, son. But who am I to judge, especially since she does give me a great deal of scientific freedom.

I spend most days researching and developing equipment for the organization to do their ranging from surveillance to covert weapons. But that is just to keep them off my back while I do my real science, often on their dime and requires some creative accounting and the occasional side project, like a proprietary tea so he can pass a drug test, for our head of budgets to keep things going.

I am the leading expert on biological experimentation, or at least the only one willing to do the research since most scientists in my field are cowards who are afraid of things like ethics and morality. My work with livestock, mostly pigs and goats, have yielded fascinating results after I infused human DNA. I am committed to taking this to the next level despite leading scientific agencies calling my work an abomination.

But my greatest work goes back to helping the son of our agency’s lead. Like I said, he tries to sleep with every woman he can, often with surprising success, but he only has two true loves. One, our best field agent, has an on-off thing with him and tires quickly of his infidelity. The other, a Russian defector who is honestly the most beautiful woman who has ever lived and he is smitten with her to the point she has actually got him to stop drinking. Alas, she seemingly died after saving him from a rival by flinging both of them off our building and right on to my van!

This is where my genius comes in. Thanks to my research into biology and cybernetics, along with contributions from hobos from my…. other hobbies, I have saved her life. Some, like the aforementioned son, are impressed and grateful. Others, like everyone else, think I am playing god and have gone to a place no one should ever go.

So, AITA for pushing the boundaries of what is scientifically possible?

Zach’s story, part one

Yes, I’m that Mel. I came across my ex-husband’s posts about our divorce and how he not only exiled my college boyfriend Kyle to a rural high school making a fraction of his corporate salary, but took Kyle’s daughter and her mother as his own. Funny, I never thought Zach, that’s ex-husband’s name, capable of that.

I had a career in finance that was taking off as I landed several high net worth clients. And I won’t lie, I did have to seduce a few of them to get them to sign. A couple of them were good in bed and actually made an effort to satisfy me. The others took what they wanted with no regard for my pleasure. It was never about betraying Zach with those guys. It was strictly business as I offered my body and they deposited their considerable wealth into my firm. My bosses suspected, but as long as the clients kept coming in and I managed their portfolios in a professional and successful manner, they turned a blind eye. At least they never pressed for favors from me.

I did love Zach. He was a decent lover who made a decent paycheck that went further thanks to the house his grandpa left us. Or I should say Zach’s since both our lawyers made it clear that I had no claim to it. Things were going well for both of us career and financial wise and our marriage was in a healthy place that we were seriously talking about having children (I no longer had to seduce clients by that point since my wealth management and rates of return did that for me).

But then Kyle walked back into my life.

We dated in college. And when I say dated I mean seriously dating as in there was every indication that we would get married. I had told Zach that Kyle and I broke up when he graduated and got an overseas job. That was mostly true. What I did not tell Zach was that Kyle had proposed to me after his graduation. I wanted to say yes, wanted to follow him overseas. But I also wanted to finish school and ultimately, we agreed it was for the best that we pause things. Kyle even supported me when I went for an abortion. It was Kyle’s and while I wanted to raise that child with him, we knew neither one of us were in a position to do so.

But despite our pledges to each other, life had other plans and we drifted apart. Eventually I met Zach and after three years, he proposed and I said yes. We were married a year later. Just before the wedding, he gave me a draft prenuptial agreement. A lawyer reviewed it and it had the standard language about marital assets versus inheritance and after making a couple of changes, we signed.

After three years of a good marriage, Zach and I went to a party put on by his company. We normally didn’t go to these things and in hindsight,, that night should have been no exception. And that was when I saw Kyle for the first time in years. At first we caught up with the basic how do you do and so on. Then, we started talking about deeper topics.

Zach wasn’t bothered by our conversation at first, but he must have suspected something because he was insistent we go home. I reassured him on the way that nothing was going on, even having sex with him later that night to prove it.

It began when Zach started staying late, then started to be away from home a lot. Kyle was Zach’s boss, which I knew since the first night, and was deliberately keeping Zach out of the way. I was mad at Kyle at first, but it didn’t take long for our old feelings to reemerge and soon we were in a full blown affair. As it progressed, we talked about our past, what could have been, and what could still be. We even let some of our friends from college know. Some were… apprehensive about me being married to someone else, but they did not say anything about it.

While I loved Zach, and maybe still do a little, I couldn’t deny my feelings for Kyle. While he wasn’t the first person I stepped out of my relationship with Zach for, those times were purely business. Kyle was the first one I had feelings for. I wanted to do something, either break it off with Kyle or divorce Zach, but I couldn’t do it. I tried to express my love for Zach both emotionally and physically, but the passion I had for Kyle was just so overwhelming.

Then the day came. Zach had a rare weekend home and I decided to spend it with him, seeing if I could recover a spark between us. But Zach had other plans. I came home to find boxes in the front lawn packed up. Zach sat on the porch with a drink in hand and the most unreadable I had ever seen him. When I demanded to know what was going on, he gave me an envelope and told me we’d talk through lawyers.

I put the boxes in my car and left for Kyle’s. I was angry that Zach could do this to me. I know this was hypocritical of me giving the affair, but it still hurt. Kyle told me that he would make Zach regret this decision and told me that I need to destroy him in the divorce.

I, obviously, did not destroy Zach. If anything, I was lucky. It was when Kyle was arrested and facing corporate fraud charges that I realized how screwed I was. I still tried to make the divorce painful for Zach, but he had evidence of our affair, and I later learned he had evidence of Kyle’s illegal activities. If I had pursued this divorce further, Zach would destroy my career. My bosses were willing to overlook me sleeping with potential clients as long as I got them signed. An affair with someone facing what Kyle and his uncle faced was a different story. So I agreed to Zach’s demand for a quick and clean divorce.

Yet that did not save my career and it was Kyle who derailed it. He came to my office after my divorce was finalized wanting me to take him back. He made quite the scene when I turned him down and my bosses noticed. While I had a legitimately good record, they couldn’t afford any association with Kyle’s scandal. While I was not fired, I was transferred from high net worth wealth management to regular banking and sent off to a branch three states over, along with a substantial reduction of salary.

I have been at a small town branch ever since. Not much to do since a lot of work is now done online. I should be thankful that I managed to preserve my savings from before, but that’s it. It’s highly doubtful I’ll ever get to the heights I once occupied.

As for my personal life, I am not sure. I hurt the man I pledged to love for all time in the deepest way and for whom? A guy from the past who helped executives commit fraud? A guy who abandoned his daughter? I have not been serious about anyone and I have to drive a couple towns over for any one worth mentioning. The closest thing has been a woman, the first I ever been with. We met up a few times and I know she wants something more. But I don’t know if I can give that to her. I want to move on, but it’s hard knowing what I did and thinking that I deserve to be alone.