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I do hope you are well.

My name is Mark, and today we're checking out some more our slash you might a bud ho. And if you love a Reddit story, why not consider?

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Now our first story is going to come from a throw away account. And I just want to say it does mention someone losing their husband due to COVID.

So if you do want to skip it, please use the timestamps if you feel like you want to.

That's what they're there for.

Thank you so much.

And it's titled, I the asshole for changing my baby's name,

despite promising my dead husband's family, I'd named the child after him. I lost my husband due to

COVID when I was about three months pregnant. Don't let it affect your judgment against me though.

After he died, my mother-in-law thought it would be a great idea to name the baby after him

if it was a boy,

which I agreed with at the time because I was just so overwhelmed with emotion.

She said it would be like he's still there in a way.

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