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Lenore C. Gilcrease, Fontana, Fontana, WI (2026)

10/25/2026

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Am I wrong for letting my dad drive six hours to take me and my son out of the apartment while my fiancé slept?

This is an update to a post I made last week. For anyone who missed it — at Thanksgiving, my fiancé made a joke while drunk that he got me pregnant on purpose to tie me down. I'm 23, he's 26. I didn't know what to make of it, so I posted here instead of going to friends or family, because they're all close to him and I didn't want to cause drama over what might've been nothing.

Yesterday we tried to talk about where things stood. He told me he couldn't go back to the hotel because they'd kicked him out for smoking in the room. He'd quit smoking while I was pregnant, but he said I was stressing him out, so now he had to stay at the apartment.

While I was on the phone with one of my girls, he came into the bedroom, took the phone right out of my hand, and told me to come eat. At dinner he said he understood what I'd said and that things needed to change for us to move forward — then proceeded to list off everything I needed to do to fix us. His tone the whole time just made me uneasy.

When he wasn't looking, I texted my dad to say he was making me uncomfortable. I went to check on the baby, and when I came back I saw him take my keys out of my purse. I didn't say a word. He took my silence as me agreeing with everything, and went to bed — instead of the couch we'd agreed on — like nothing was wrong.

I stayed up in the living room. And my dad, bless him, drove six hours through the night and got to us around five this morning while my fiancé was still asleep. We left.

Me and my son are at my parents' now. He's been blowing up my phone since he woke up. As

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I am currently three months postpartum, but for the most part, it doesn't affect me much day to day. Our daughter is a super easygoing baby, so my physical healing process has been smooth sailing so far. I've been up and doing my normal pre-baby routines since maybe a month after I gave birth.

With that said, I still get quite tired, and I experience postpartum anger that randomly spikes out of nowhere. This happens whenever my breast milk drops due to DMER, so maybe I'm being too harsh here. It is just hard to control the flood of emotions sometimes.

Two days ago, I made a huge batch of homemade corn chowder. It took me at least four hours between the extensive prep work and the actual cooking on the stove. I have been craving this specific meal since maybe two weeks after I had my baby.

Even though my husband said he would make it for me, I always declined his kind offer. I wanted to do it myself because, to be blunt, his cooking isn't great. His food is edible, but it definitely misses the mark on flavor and seasoning.

So, I wanted to make it exactly to my taste, and I successfully cooked it two days ago. I made an enormous amount of soup for myself to enjoy over the week. The mid-sized stock pot was filled up to the top brim.

I have been eating this soup since I made it for pretty much every single meal. I wasn't even remotely sick of it yet. Not that it matters, but I enjoyed having a comforting homemade meal ready to go in the fridge.

Last night, I had some more of it, and I transferred what was left into a smaller Tupperware container. I still had between fifteen to twenty cups left, as the container has helpful measurements on the side. That is enough for about ten full bowls anyway.

Well, my husband made plans with his parents a few days ago for them to come over for dinner tonight. He asked me to make a

10/24/2026

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Am I wrong for telling my wife to give all of it back?

I'm 35, my wife's 26, and she's pregnant. We're going through it right now. I lost my job, and she had to quit hers because her hyperemesis is so bad she can barely keep anything down. We burned through our savings, and we've been living off credit cards. The one bright spot is I've got a new job lined up that starts in March.

My wife's close with her sister, who's 31, and a few days ago she told her how bad things had gotten. Her sister has never liked me. Polite to my face, sure, but always at arm's length, no matter how many times I've tried to warm things up between us.

While I was away, the sister came over. She took one look at our place, the bare baby room, the supplies we hadn't bought yet, and was horrified. When I got home, she gave me a lecture about taking better care of her sister and not being ready for the baby.

The next day she was back, arms full. She'd bought things for the house and the nursery.

Then she found out we'd sold my wife's car to cover rent and bills. So she bought her a new one.

And then, on Sunday, she sent my wife fifty thousand dollars. With it came a text I can't get out of my head. "This is your money and your baby's. Do not use it on that man. If you need more, tell me and I'll send more. And remember, wherever I am, there's a home for you."

Do not use it on that man. That's me. The man she's married to. The father of the baby.

I told my wife how it made me feel, that her sister was building a case to make me look like a failure, and we got into it. In the heat of it, my wife said I only feel like a failure because I've been failing. She apologized later, but it landed and it stuck.

I still stand

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I'm a forty-nine-year-old dad, raising my girls alone for the last eight years. I was married for twenty wonderful years before losing my wife in a car accident. We had two beautiful daughters, Maeve, who is eighteen now but was ten when her mother passed away, and Alex, who is sixteen and was only eight at the time. I'm very close with my daughters, but they were definitely their mama's girls.

My wife was a magnetic woman. She was beautiful, intelligent, kind, and people were drawn to her. Everyone loved being around her. She had this spark that made the room brighter. We couldn't believe it when she died. We've missed her every day since she left us.

One important thing to know about my wife is that she had a passion for writing. She didn't work in a profession where she wrote much, so she did it on her own time. She loved writing letters. It wasn't just a hobby; she wanted people to know she cared.

After she gave birth to our daughters, she wrote them a special letter. She finished each one within days after they were born. She didn't want to give them to the girls right away. Instead, she'd planned to hand them over on their high school graduation days. She put them in our basement fire box so we wouldn't lose them.

She wrote these letters with the intention of giving them to our daughters herself eighteen years later. It was a time capsule. Both letters contained words of wisdom and a snapshot of the world when they were born. I've held onto them safely. I haven't even peeked at what they said.

Well, Maeve graduated from high school today. I'm proud of her, but it's been a hard day without her mom here. Tonight, I went into her room holding the letter her mother wrote for her. I sat down and handed it to her.

I let her cry on my shoulder as she read through her mother's words. At first, she seemed happy to finally have something directly from her mom. It's

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My wife and I've had a great married life so far. We were happily planning for kids and starting a family together. She's got a sister who has a good sense of humor.

During family gatherings, we laugh and joke around a lot. Her sister has a cute little daughter who doesn't have a father. I always feel bad for her, so I play video games with her often.

There was a recent family gathering where I couldn't attend. I had a mandatory meeting for work that I couldn't skip. I received a frantic call from my wife while I was busy.

She sounded very angry and demanded I get to her parents' house. She acted like it was a stressful do or die situation. So I lied to my boss about an emergency and quickly left.

When I reached her home, I saw she was crying heavily. As soon as she saw me, she and her parents went ballistic. They started yelling at me, cussing, and calling me horrible names.

They loudly accused me of cheating with her sister behind her back. I thought this was a baseless and crazy accusation to make. So I calmly asked them why they'd think something like that.

My wife showed me a crude drawing made by her sister's daughter. In the childish drawing, I and my wife's sister're kissing. My wife used the flawed logic that the girl drew what she saw.

I tried to reason by pointing out that the kid's only six. The reason behind that silly drawing could be literally anything. They just continued saying pretty nasty stuff to my face anyway.

So I told them to just go and ask the kid directly. They went and asked her why she drew that specific picture. The kid said she just wanted us to be together as a family.

When my wife asked if she actually saw us kissing, she said no. I felt angry at my wife because she wouldn't trust me. Her trust was so low that a child's drawing made her feel threatened.

Their harsh words damaged

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I'm a thirty-two-year-old man, and I've been struggling with my weight for a while. About two years ago, I was officially diagnosed with Binge Eating Disorder. To put it simply, I eat compulsively on a daily basis, even when I'm not hungry.

My BMI is currently forty-three, which puts me in the Class III obesity range. Since my official diagnosis, I unfortunately haven't improved my habits whatsoever. Therapy and support groups have a somewhat positive effect on my mentality overall.

However, even just two hours after therapy, I'll be sitting in a drive-through line. It has severely affected my physical health, my mental health, and my finances. Of course, my severe eating disorder has also deeply affected my wife.

My wife is thirty-seven, and she's an average-sized woman with no eating issues. She eventually agreed that I may genuinely need actual medical intervention to survive this. After a lot of deliberation, we packed up and temporarily moved to another state.

We moved so I could participate in an inpatient program as part of a research study. Apparently, standard intervention programs for this disorder can be pretty hit or miss. Because of that, this program is a new take on them, lasting six months instead of ninety days.

I'm currently at the very end of my first month, and everything's going well. I've made a lot of supportive friends in the rigorous program as well. At the end of the one-month mark, visitation finally opened up for us.

My wife could now visit me, and she obviously jumped at the chance to come. She came to visit me two days ago, and we eagerly headed over to my hospital room. Once inside, she took her backpack off and started pulling out junk food.

She specifically pulled out spicy jalapeno chips and large colas from her bag. These are two of my absolute most common and dangerous binge items. At first, I immediately freaked out and demanded to know what she was doing.

She calmly explained that I've been working hard and deserved a break. She went into heavy detail about how

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Am I wrong for asking my husband if he had romantic feelings for his best friend, who passed away three years ago?

I'm 27F, my husband is 29M, and we've been together long enough that I thought I knew what his grief looked like. When his best friend died in an accident three years ago, I didn't hesitate — I gave him the space he needed, stayed close, offered everything I had. I knew they were close. They'd called themselves soulmates. Their friendship was the kind you don't see often, and losing someone like that when you're twenty-nine is the kind of loss that changes a person.

I didn't start worrying until after the first year. By the second year I'll admit I was frustrated. Now we're in year three and I don't know what else to do.

He hasn't played with our kids — a six-year-old and a four-year-old who still want their dad — more than once in those three years. I catch him holding things that belonged to his friend, staring at nothing. He wakes up in the middle of the night and goes to another room to cry. One of his close friends who works with him pulled me aside to say that his work performance keeps slipping. And a few weeks ago, while we finally had an evening alone together, he kissed me — and then broke down and locked himself in the bedroom, apologizing over and over.

I'd tried to get him into therapy. Nothing came of it.

The next day I sat him down. I told him I needed to ask him something, and I asked it: was it possible that he'd had romantic feelings for his friend?

He went off on me. He said I was out of line. He said I was ridiculous for being jealous of someone who's gone. He said I should know he's straight, that he was disappointed in me, that what I'd said was intrusive and speculative.

Our friends said the same. They said I should never have asked that. They've called me an as***le for bringing

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My wife and I have three young kids, including a baby who isn't even a year old yet. We've lived on the opposite coast from my family for our whole marriage, basically all our child-rearing years. It's a really long distance, but we've always made a huge effort to maintain that connection.

We've flown ourselves and the kids back home for every single Christmas except one. That was the year my wife had just delivered our second child, so traveling wasn't an option. We also usually make at least one other trip each year. We have plenty of room to host guests. We've always welcomed family and friends to stay with us.

This year has been wild. We've actually flown home five separate times already for all sorts of reasons. There were funerals we needed to attend, plus Easter and a couple of weddings. It's been exhausting traveling with three kids, but we felt it was important to be there.

We were just back there last month, and honestly, the trip took it out of us. I ended up getting sick with some kind of virus while we were there. Of course, my kids caught it from me right after we returned home. We're all just now starting to feel somewhat normal again.

On top of the health stuff, money is seriously tight right now. Between my job and my wife taking maternity leave for our third baby, our finances took a hit. The cost of tickets to fly everyone home for Christmas is more than what we currently have in our bank accounts. I can't just make the cash appear out of thin air.

It's not like we've been blowing our cash on lavish getaways. We haven't taken a single vacation this year. All of our travel budget literally went toward those five trips back to visit my family. It's just reality right now, so I had to make a tough call.

I told my family that we just weren't going to be able to make it home for Christmas this year. I apologized and explained that we couldn't

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Am I wrong for defending my ex wife in a conversation about her body—by saying she was the tightest woman I've been with—when my girlfriend wouldn't stop?

I don't like it when people make fun of others. That's a line I hold privately, even if I'm not perfect and I've been guilty of my share of private venting. What I genuinely can't stand is when it happens in public, loudly, to an audience.

My girlfriend has a thing about my ex wife. She's obsessed with her in the way that people sometimes are with exes they've never met—imagining someone to compete with, building a narrative. In private, fine. I don't love it, but I can tune it out. When she does it in front of our friends, that's a different situation.

We were at a restaurant. A group dinner—her friends, their partners, everyone at the table. Somehow a conversation about childbirth and how it changes the body turned into a conversation about my ex wife's body specifically. My girlfriend was a few drinks in and talking at a volume that wasn't quiet. She was saying things about my ex wife's anatomy that were graphic and intended to be humiliating.

I asked her to stop. I asked more than once. When I got visibly frustrated she turned it into a challenge—asked why I was so worked up, asked if they'd hit a nerve, asked why I was so protective of my ex.

So I told her. I said my ex wife was the tightest woman I'd ever been with. I don't know how she managed it given that she'd had our two children, but it was the truth.

The table went silent. My girlfriend started crying. Her friends started yelling at me. One of the other guys at the table actually said something in agreement about childbirth not necessarily affecting things. I wasn't exactly flooded with support after that.

My girlfriend hasn't responded to anything I've sent since. I'm not sure she's going to.

Looking back, I know that what I said was a specific kind of blunt that landed in

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Am I wrong for refusing to plan any more group vacations with our friends who have toddlers—after the last trip had me cooking and cleaning while they told me I had it easy?

I'm the travel planner in our friend group. I've always been happy to be that person. We've got two other couples we've been friends with for nearly a decade—good people, genuinely close. The dynamic shifted a couple of years ago when both couples had babies. We didn't do any group trips during that period. We understood. My husband and I kept traveling on our own.

Then they started asking. The other wives were dropping hints, asking me when I'd start planning something again. I thought it'd be fine. I booked a beach house for Fourth of July—a nice rental, ninety minutes away, close enough that nobody was overextended. I was actually looking forward to it.

I didn't last through the first day without realizing how the weekend was going to go.

I understand that parents of toddlers are in survival mode. I went in expecting that their kids would be the priority. What I didn't expect was to be treated as the household staff. My husband and I cooked every day—full meals, from scratch, for six people. We cleaned up afterward every day. When I mentioned one morning that I hadn't slept well and needed a lot of coffee, one of the moms told me I was spoiled and that she felt lucky to get two hours. When I made a full meal from scratch, another mom reheated it in the microwave, and the first mom said I should've planned the cooking around nap times so nobody had to reheat.

I'm not exaggerating when I say there were many moments like those.

We came home not rested. They started pressing for a fall trip immediately.

I told my husband I wasn't planning another one. He worried we'd hurt the friendships. Eventually I declined a fireworks invitation and, when asked, just said the vacation hadn't been relaxing for us. One couple apologized quickly and sincerely. The mom of

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