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Hey, hey, Waffle, gang.

I do hope you're well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more

Relationships stories and if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider? Then that like,

subscribe, maybe that notification bell too and let's crack on with today's first story. Much

love guys. Now before we do get into this story, I just want to mention that

in the original story, the Opie just used initials for names, and there was like four names,

I think, and my head can't deal with that, so I've replaced them with actual name. So if you

read it and you're like, that's not what I read, then that's just so you know. Anyway, let's crack on with it.

This story is from throw away sister's eye and says my 28 female, fiance 29 male,

wants me to put his family before mine, even at the expense of my family's health.

Throw away as my work friends are on my main, and they don't know this is going on.

Also, obligatory that this is on mobile, so spelling and grammar will be poo.

This is a long run, but I try and keep it as short as possible.

I-28 female got engaged to my partner of seven years, R, which I call Robert, 29 male in May.

Both sides of our family were really happy about this and we had a big family meal two weeks

after getting engaged. His brother lives 250 miles away and couldn't get here for that meal,

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