Welcome to our slash best of redditor updates where OP wins a 4 million dollar lottery jackpot.

Our next reddit post comes from our slash confession. I won the lottery five years ago and I haven't

told anyone. I just got engaged. So after taxes, my winning came out to just shy of 4 million dollars.

Oh my god! I paid off all my debts, hired an accountant, fixed some things on my truck,

and put most of it in savings. I kept my job, didn't move, and kept my effing mouth shut.

My brother is a method. My sister is a spiteful whore, and my mom still blames everything on my

dad who died 10 years ago, so I didn't want them scrambling to pretend to care about me to get some

cash. I've been dating a girl for about 3 years now, and I recently asked her to marry me.

She said yes. I bought a modest ring. Just over what people would expect given my

no unemployment. This weekend, I'm gonna lay everything out for her, and I can truly know that

she's in it for me and not the money. It's gonna be liberating to be able to buy what I want and

take care of my friends. This was totally worth the wait. Then, about two weeks later, OP posted an

update. So my plan was to break the news on a relaxing evening on an odd weekend when we were both

free. We went to an early dinner at one of our favorite Italian places, and then finally went to

see Star Wars. After the movie, we grabbed some beer and wine for the evening and went home to

relax. After the small talk about work and friends, I told her that I wanted to be open about

everything with each other leading up to the marriage. She got kinda quiet, a little guarded, and said,

well, yeah, so do I. Pawsing with that look that people get when they want you to keep talking.

I told her that we were never truly gonna have to worry about money, that she could do whatever she

wanted with her job or stay at home or change careers, anything. Because I had north of three million

dollars in the bank. Her response was this slow. What are you talking about? How? Kind of thing.

I got up and pulled a financial statement that I'd printed out and stashed in the coffee table drawer,

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