Hey, Hey Waffle Gang, I do hope you are well.

My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories.

And if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider him that like, subscribe, maybe that notification bell too.

And let's crack on with today's first story.

Now today's first story is one that we have covered in the past, but now has a final

update on it as well.

So I thought we'd dive back into it.

If you do want to skip parts of the story, some warnings on this one as well, because

we're going to read the whole story again.

Time stamps are always down in the description and along the timeline below.

But this one contains talk of drug addiction and late miscarriage as well,

so timestamps are always there. This one is from who fucking knows two and says,

am I the asshole for calling my mother-in-law or my fiance? My fiance, male 22, was injured

over a month ago, and had surgery to correct things literally

two days after the accident.

I-21 female have been by his side the entire time.

I have more or less become his caregiver.

In the last month, I've taken over the role of keeping our house together.

I cook all the meals.

I take care of the pets.

I stay up all night to tend to his endless meals. I take care of the pets. I stay up all night to tend to

his endless needs. I take him to the bathroom. I've been working remote. I haven't left the house

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