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Much love, guys. Now, today's first story comes

from a throwaway account from the Relationship Advice subreddit and says, my wife, female 32,

recently had wine spilled on her by my best friend, female 31, during our wedding. Now she is

demanding that I, male 33, cut ties.

Me and Ailey met through a mutual friend in 2012 during a pub quiz at university. I was

quite attracted to her and actually told her so at the end of the evening, but she told

me she had a boyfriend, even

though she was flattered all the same. Fast forward three years later, I met Eliza at the

Edinburgh Fringe, which is a performance arts festival, and we just clicked immediately.

Politics, music, cinema, whatever the subject approached, there was a spark that I'd never

felt with anyone else. Like she just made sense with me. Her personality was just vivid. It's hard

to describe, but I'll try. On first impression, she was so knowledgeable and enthusiastic. I was

taken aback by her intensity. From that point onwards, we were inseparable,

and I was dead certain of our future together long before we got engaged. Enter Ailey again.

I started a new job at an advertising firm with a position in web design, and she was one of the

only people I knew. At first, it was a little awkward given our history, especially considering that she was now

married to the boyfriend she was dating back then.

But there was no one else I knew at the firm, and we both had partners at this point, so

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