I learned that my mom is cheating on my dad. What should I do?

My mom (43F) is an accountant and my dad (44M) owns a small business. They’ve been married for 22 years.

Last weekend, one of my friends told me that my mom and some guy checked into a hotel he worked in.

My mom was supposed to be at a company seminar in a different city. My friend sent me their pictures, and I looked around in her socials. Sure enough, I found him in LinkedIn. He is her co-worker.

I accessed her Google photos account (she has her passwords written near her computer), and there were photos of them at various places when she was supposed to be at company events and stuff, going back to 2 years.

What should I do now?

Netizens’ comments

• Talk to your dad. Tell him what your friend said and show him the pics.

Don’t give your mum a chance to delete the evidence and gaslight your dad by going to her first.

• Just tell dad and share everything you have/know. And then back off they’ll handle the relationship from there.

People are saying talk to your mom but let’s be real. She’s lied this long she’ll lie more/minimize her behaviors/actions.

Tell pops and let him sort it out.

Rough position to be in.

• Don’t tell your mom first. Then she gets the chance to delete all the evidence. Tell your dad what your friend said and show him what you’ve found and he can take it from there

My husband died and I’m so angry right now

People keep asking me if I’m sad. No, I’m angry, he was 25 and he died in a low risk surgery that he underwent for me. He died for no reason, there is no “greater plan” and no god isn’t watching over me. He died, he’s gone for no good reason at all.

We were trying to have kids, we have a house, dogs, we had a life together that we’d both worked so hard to build and it’s gone for nothing. It’s my fault and I hate that he died to keep me alive so I’m just stuck with this anger.

This isn’t fair, it doesn’t feel real. Why was he taken out of all the people who could have died. He was good, he died trying to be good.

He was very wealthy and I’ve had multiple people reach out to me saying at least I have his money now. No, screw you. I don’t want his money, I just want my husband back.

I hate people so much right now. Constant empty platitudes, strangers on Facebook telling me how they’re sorry for my loss when I last spoke to them a decade ago.

You barely know me Sandra you cow, how can you be sorry, you just want Facebook likes for faux sympathy.

Screw this. Screw being a widow. Screw it all.

Rant over. I’m going to bite my pillow now. Screw you pillow, you don’t even support me properly and that’s all you’re supposed to do.

Netizens’ comments

• If you don’t mind answering, what was the surgery for? Racking my brain trying to think of dangerous surgeries that aren’t preventative
  • Partial liver transplant.
    • Excuse me. That is NOT a low-risk surgery. That surgery can come with a major risk of bleeding. What exactly happened? Note – I am a doctor

COVID made me realize I was horrible to my husband. I thought I ‘settled’ when I married him. I was a bad girlfriend and wife. I’m going to be different from now on.

My husband didn’t excite me when we were together. There were never big ups or downs. He wasn’t mysterious, he didn’t seem indifferent and he didn’t play games. Other boyfriends were investors who racked up credit card charges on credit cards for impromptu getaways to the islands or Europe.

My husband is a nurse, saved his money and planned. I was so bored, but I hated being alone. So I married him. My mom told me it was a mistake. My father told me it was the best decision.

My friends figured we’d get divorced after 12 months. He had debt from his doctoral program. We weren’t living the high life. I was 28 and wanted to be young and free. He was talking about health insurance. I liked him, but I didn’t think I loved him.

I got annoyed with him all the time. I was quick to snap at him. He would go out of his way to be kind and while I was appreciative, I didn’t realize how kind he was. I took for granted that I was ‘owed’ that experience and he was just fulfilling his obligations. I really

Then COVID hit.

I was obsessively worried about him. I couldn’t calm down and I couldn’t figure out why I was so amped. He works in surgery and the ICU and has really technical skills, so he was being deployed to help with the influx. When I couldn’t reach him one day I got so stressed out that I threw up and passed out. For much of 2020 I missed my period, I couldn’t sleep and eventually my hair was falling out. The only time I was “okay” was when I could physically see him. I realized then how shitty I had been. I got into therapy.

I realized that every guy who had been flashy, a big spender and cool and mysterious were scam artists/a man child looking for attention or a leech. They were throwing around money they didn’t have. None of those couples are still together.

The couples that threw around money and spent without care are destitute and no longer together.

The couples with the big ups and big downs are broken up. None of them could make it work.

The only couple going strong is the one I was certain was destined to fail.

The big ups and downs take an emotional toll on you. They weaken the bonds of your relationship. Volatility is bad. My mom is like that. Extreme swings, constant need for excitement in a relationship or its “boring.” Stability is bad, so she’s always looking for instability. It’s something I thought was normal.

I like “boring.” I like that we save for vacations and I am on his health insurance. I like that he is sweet and emotionally available. The “boring” guy does laundry, cooks, cleans and is a full-fledged adult with interests and goals and ambitions and passion. We have a marriage where we are together. We support each other and I have never felt as free to be vulnerable ever.

I was horrid. I was cold. I looked down on him. I can’t believe how unhappy I was. Hopefully he never finds out about the things I said. It would be cosmic justice if he left me. Now I worry about that. I just hope he doesn.t

A woman shared how she has been married to her husband for 8 years and she still feels butterflies in her stomach whenever he looks at her.

Here is the story

I have the biggest crush on my husband.

I know people are going to come here and be like well yeah, it’s your husband, like obviously I love him.

But there’s a difference in loving someone, and having a crush on them.

And I have a crush on my husband.

8 years we’ve been together. 8 years. And I still can’t stop staring at him and thinking he’s the most handsome guy, and when he stares back I still get butterflies and feel myself blush.

He makes me giddy and nervous. Not nervous in a bad way, but nervous in a I just want him to lean in and kiss me kinda way. Like my phone buzzed and I hope it’s him kinda way.

And when we go out, I find myself struggling to find the perfect outfit because I want to look just right and I’ll spend forever curling my hair til it’s perfect.

I don’t know. I know I’m being gushy. But I don’t really care.

He’s currently working on some paperwork and I’m sitting in the room with him. We haven’t said anything, but I can’t stop glancing up at him from my phone and just wondering how, out of all people, I get to be his wife.

I married that guy.

How awesome is that?