Hey, hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking

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on with today's first story. Now today's first story comes from

a throw away account titled, I'm the asshole for embarrassing my husband and being dramatic.

My husband and I have a 17 year old son, Jake. Jake is about 6'4. My husband is around 5.10 and

I'm 5.10 as well.

My husband's family are all average height while my family is a lot taller.

I'm actually the shortest of three sisters and a brother.

But like most sane people, I don't care about height.

As soon my husband didn't either, seeing that he married me and would defend me every time

one of his bros tried making a rude joke. But ever since our son surpassed our height when he

was 15, my husband has been making a few very off comments. Basically just things like,

he's too tall, is he even mine? You know, comments that make it seem like I cheated

on him. Jake also has more of my features, so yeah. I never thought much of his comments because

he still treated our son like our other kids and would only say it once a year or something. Also,

my mum had cancer, so I was a bit distracted. Anyway, my husband and I were picking my brother up from the hospital and I don't know why,

but my husband thought it would be a great idea to start complaining about our son.

He said the usual. He's nothing like me. He's not smart, he's too tall, he likes the sports I dislike, etc. That has to mean something right.

I was honestly so over it and asked him if he was a fucking idiot. He's a biology teacher for fuck's sake.

Does he not know how genetics work? I said all that and I told him if he was so fucking

concerned, then he can get a paternity

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