We met, and he told me that he had been cut off by my grandfather due to a disagreement over the family business. As we talked, I learned that my dad had been trying to reconnect with him for years, but my uncle was too hurt to respond. I realized that my dad had been carrying this burden of guilt and regret, and I had to decide whether to tell him that I had found his brother or keep it a secret.”
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Story 8
“My parents divorced when I was young, and I grew up shuttling between their two homes. It was a difficult adjustment, but I eventually got used to it. However, as I got older, I started to notice that my parents were still bitter about the divorce and often used me as a pawn in their arguments.
One day, I decided to confront my parents about their behavior. I told them how their constant bickering and manipulation made me feel, and I asked them to stop using me as a weapon. To my surprise, they listened and apologized. They agreed to work on their relationship for my sake, and we started family therapy.
I realized that my parents’ love for me was stronger than their animosity towards each other, and I had to learn to forgive them and move forward.”
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Story 10
“Growing up, I thought my dad was long gone. Then, out of the blue, I get a letter from a law firm saying he’s left me an inheritance. Score! I show up to the will reading, expecting some quirky relatives.
Turns out, my dad’s not dead—he’s a notorious con artist who’s faked his death more times than I’ve rewatched Friends. The inheritance? Just a scam. The ‘family’ at the reading? All actors in his con crew. My life? Apparently a lie.
Now, I’m left with a choice: do I expose this circus and risk becoming the target of some very upset con artists, or do I just walk away, grab a pizza, and pretend this was all a bad dream? I’m leaning towards the pizza option, but part of me wants to channel my inner detective and see if I can out-con the con artist.”
Story 11
“This one is truly one of the luckiest and best things that happened to me. When I finished secondary school at 15, I had such poor grades that I wasn’t selected by any high school I applied to. I had no plan for my life.
Then my parents noticed that a local vocational school/college was starting to experiment with combining college and high school (I’m not sure if those are the correct terms since I’m not from an English-speaking country), but I got in just by signing the paper. It took four years, but after that, I went to a University of Applied Sciences, and here I am now: a product development engineer working for a big company, planning power plants.” WM_ / Reddit
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