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Hey, hey, Waffle, gang, I do hope you are well.

My name is Mark, and today we're checking out some more relationship stories. And if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider him a like, subscribe, maybe that notification bell too.

And let's dive straight into today's first story, which comes from Advice 93-846.

And before we do get into it, I just want to give you some warnings that there's mentions

of suicide in there, self-harm, and the story is titled My 37 male son 21 male slept

with my girlfriend 32.

I don't know how to process this level of betrayal.

I apologize in advance if this isn't the

most coherent thing in the world. This is partially just me venting to the void. About four

years ago, I lost my wife, the mother of my son to lung cancer. We've been together since

we were 14. It was the darkest time in my life. I had considered suicide

on a nearly daily basis. I pushed on for my son, because my wife made me promise to make the most of life.

We had our son pretty young. I worked two jobs to keep us afloat and thankfully was able to provide

a decent upbringing until he moved out at 16. Although I still

paid and continued to do so until this happened, a portion of his bills. The loss was extremely

hard on my son as well. He came back to stay with me for a while and we had worked through the grief

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