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from I gave the book who says, am I the asshole for gifted my mum and her husband a book on cheating

for their anniversary? I'm 16 male and I love my mom 35, but when I was 10, she had an affair and left us.

I visited her as often as I could, and she always seemed so happy when I was there, but I hated her new family, so I stopped

visiting. Honestly, we rarely ever saw each other other than just for my birthday and events,

really. She wants us to be close, but I want nothing to do with her new husband, so I've

kept my distance. Except on February 20th. My dad announced he'd be out on business till the 12th,

and my grandparents are stuck visiting relatives in Italy, and so I really had nowhere to go,

and my mum jumped at a chance to have me stay with her her and just my luck that my mum's anniversary with her

husband was on Sunday. I haven't had a good time here at all so all I do is stay in my room doing

homework or go out with friends to avoid family activities because it sucks seeing how lovey-dovey

she is with her husband and how they seem like the perfect family with their daughters.

The morning before her anniversary day, she came to my bed and tried to cuddle with me husband and how they seemed like the perfect family with their daughters.

The morning before her anniversary day, she came to my bed and tried to cuddle with me,

like before she left us, but it made me angry, like we can't go back in time and pretend

how it was.

So I just pretended to be asleep and stayed curled up and frozen till she left.

I started crying because of that and I felt angry

and snarky and my mum majored in literature so I got her a copy of Anna Karenina, apologies

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