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Now today's first story comes from a throwaway account.

Little warning before we do get into this story, there's a trigger warning on it of imminent

death.

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It's titled, Should I Forgive My Dying Brother for

for Cheating with my fiancé. My brother, 47 male, has always been my role model. He was the

valedictorian for his graduating class in high school and simultaneously the captain of the football team.

I 44 male practically worshipped the ground he walked on. He taught me everything I needed to know about women, work and just life

in general. 13 years ago, I was engaged to be married to a girl, 42 female, whom I thought

at the time was the woman of my dreams. My brother was the obvious

choice for best man at our wedding. One day, three weeks before the wedding, I arrived early

at the venue, where we did our rehearsals. To my surprise when I drove into the parking area,

I found that both my brothers and fiancé's car were already there, parked

next to each other. I then proceeded to park right next to my brother's car, which is when I caught

him doing probably the worst thing a brother could ever do to his sibling, having sex with my

fiance. Needless to say, I was mortified, and long story short, the wedding was called off and I completely severed

ties with the both of them since then. How could he do this to me? I loved him and trusted him

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