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show alive. This is an I-Heart podcast. Guaranteed human. A stranger claimed to be my husband's son at

his funeral, but I knew he was lying. You're not my son. You're not my son. you're not my son. My life was turned upside down last month when I was informed of my husband's passing in a work-related accident. Oh, my God. Oh, wow. That's terrible. I mean, was it, at least was it kind of metal? Like, it's terrible, but, like, was it like, wow. Do you know what I mean? Yeah, like a cool way. Like, I've always wanted to go out riding a roller coaster. How fun. I'd be like, what? This would, of course, be hard enough to cope with. But shortly before the funeral, a young man at my house claiming to be my late husband's son arrived. What? That was in the middle of the set. What? Oh. Wait. To be clear, what I'm talking

about is like, like, imagine you're like a cattle rustler and you get into like a, like, you're

trying to like get like a big like alpha like bull in a headlock and you guys both like exhaust

each other at the same time and you and they both like passed away

instantaneously at the same time that would be pretty freaking metal i feel like then in the afterlife

you always have like the like one hand is in like a handcuff and your handcuffed to the other person

for life that guy's afterlife he becomes constellation and they're they become a constellation

they're fighting in the sky by By the way, this comes from Throwaway No Stepson. And if you want to submit your own stories, go to the R slash OK Storytime. Subbert it. I'm Sophia. I'm Savannah. I'm Dakota. And we're here to give good advice goofily, but we don't have all the answers. We only know what we'd do. So let us know what you would do what you would do in the comments and op he says my husband didn't speak a word about him to me he claimed to have not known

about me or either of my daughters 12 and 8 until he was notified of my husband's passing and found the

obituary in the online version of our local paper the young man was 18 and might have been born before I met my husband.

He also claimed his own mother passed away years ago and was never, to his memory, in a

relationship with my husband.

So the boy's existence is not proof of infidelity on my husband's part.

But maybe he didn't know about his son.

Like maybe he was with

someone and then they split up and then she had the kid. And never told him about it. Yeah,

that's what I'm wondering. Ooh, a little, I don't know, I had too many things in my mind,

so I'll just say nothing. However, I still feel just as betrayed. My husband never

breathed a word of him to me. This boy lived in the UK where my husband sometimes worked.

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