Hey Waffle Gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more Reddit stories. And if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider hit that like, subscribe, maybe that notification bell too. And let's crack on with today's first story. Much love, guys.

Now, today's first story is one that was covered five months ago from today by myself,

but it's come in with a new update.

So if you do want to skip parts of the story, please feel free to do so.

Time stamps are always down in the description and along the timeline below.

This is from Lurked in Away 85 from the Relationship Advice subreddit.

It contains talk of death of a loved one grief and domestic assault, so you know where those

timestamps are. It's titled, My 38 female, sister 34 female, made up a dead brother

to her spouse, 35 male, and in-laws 60s, male and female. I accidentally

outed the lie. But why am I the bad guy here? Usually a lurker, but something happened tonight

that has me incredibly confused. Apologies in advance for the length. Back story, I'm the eldest

of four sisters. We're stair-stepped, two years

apart. I'm Meg 38. Joe is 36, Beth is 34 and Amy is 32. Our parents used to joke about

how they kept trying for a boy but finally gave up after girl number four. It's not going gonna lie, it hurt our feelings a little, especially Amy.

But they stopped that and assured us they wouldn't change anything.

Every one of us has at least one daughter, and the only sister that has a son.

At 17, he's the eldest grandchild and I'm fairly certain he's my dad's favorite person

in the world.

They are best friends and it's adorable.

Okay, now that you have the backstory slash family history, let's talk about tonight.

My son, who is very intelligent and absolutely crushed high school, recently received his

acceptance letter to a pretty prestigious

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