Hey, Hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories.

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And let's crack on with today's first story, which comes from, am I not the asshole?

Who says, am I the arseal for letting my brother call me dad and refusing to tell him the ugly

truth?

I'm well aware that this story sounds extremely hard to believe in fake and I'm aware that there

will be many shit post comments below. Sorry, but this

story is 100% true and is a hot topic of my discussion in my family at the moment. I was born

when my parents were both 19. My only other brother, let's call him Josh, was born when they were 42.

They divorced shortly after Josh was introduced to the world.

He was four months old at the time, and they both wanted nothing to do with a child.

At the time, I was 23 and I was living alone with my then girlfriend who was 21, now my wife,

and I'd done my best to convince at least one of them to take care of young Josh for his sake

and the family's sake, but they refused adamantly and said that I should be taking custody

of him instead.

So I became legal guardian of my brother.

And he's been living with us for the past 12 years and things have been going really smooth

for us.

Josh, now almost 13, has been calling me, dad and my wife, mum, and our two children, four female, nine

male, his siblings, and he has absolutely no idea about his real parents. And to be honest,

I let all of that slide. He has no idea that I'm really his blood brother

and I'm not his father, and I'm starting to feel guilty and a little weird. Some of my uncles and

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