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

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story. Now today's first story comes from a revolutionary alien. It does come with an update and it's

titled, Am I the Asshole, for keeping a massive secret from my parents.

My parents, female 66 and male 70, and I, female 32, have had a bit of a strained

relationship since I was young.

My sister was always favoured while I was treated as the maid, which is why I left home as soon as I could.

Over the years, our relationship has had its ups and downs, but I would never describe our family dynamics as being particularly normal or healthy.

I married my husband,

male 36, when I was 23. My parents just about hit the roof. They have never really taken a shining to him and threatened to disown me if I went through with the marriage. When he and I would

visit their home, he is subject to the same expectations as I am,

whereas my sister gets to put her feet up and relax. Needless to say, my husband does not hold

my parents in particularly high regard. My parents immigrated overseas about 10 years ago,

but my husband and I have only seen them three times in person since.

We do chat over FaceTime slash Zoom semi-regular, but the relationships all function better

if we aren't breathing down each other's necks.

Recently, my husband and I bought our first house, and we are over the moon.

We plan on growing our own family and we now have the space

and the garden to do so. I'm beyond thrilled. My parents are kept on a strict information diet

and we did not tell them that we had bought, mostly because they are renting a storage unit

not far from us. And we did not want the drama of my parents wanting,

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