Em novembro de 2021, uma mulher anônima compartilhou uma história comovente no fórum “AITA” do Reddit. A mulher, de 24 anos, contou a história da irmã, de 32, e do marido, de 38, que era o epítome da incompetência familiar.
Apesar de ter um trabalho de tempo integral de mais de 40 horas semanais, administrando toda a casa e cuidando dos quatro filhos – 10F, 8M, 5M e 3F – enquanto estava grávida, o marido da irmã não colaborou em nada.
Uma criança ao lado da mãe na cozinha | Foto de : Pexels
A mulher achou incrível que a irmã acordasse às 4 da manhã, cuidasse do café da manhã e das tarefas domésticas e preparasse os filhos para a escola, enquanto o marido ficava em casa, trabalhava e se divertia com videogame depois de pegar as crianças. Em particular, a mulher mencionou que a sua irmã ganhava mais que o seu marido.
O que aconteceu quando eles ficaram com a irmã?
Enquanto reformavam a casa dela, o Redditor teve que ficar seis semanas na casa da irmã, com o noivo de 26 anos. Como o casal trabalhava em casa, puderam oferecer ajuda, e o apoio extra deixou a irmã da mulher feliz e aliviada.
Ele alegou que o incidente o tornou motivo de chacota em sua família.
Uma mulher lê um livro para suas filhas | Foto: Shutterstock
A mulher ajudou a irmã com os filhos, e o noivo até a levou às consultas médicas. Por outro lado, o marido só reconhecia o seu papel paterno quando a família estava presente, apresentando-se como um pai de cinco filhos, temente a Deus e trabalhador.
Embora a irmã da mulher quisesse parar de ter filhos depois do último filho, o marido insistiu em ter mais meninos. A autora original estava preocupada não só com a irmã, mas também com os filhos, principalmente quando o mais velho começou a reconhecer a situação e tentou ajudá-la. No entanto, a irmã recusou-se terminantemente a deixar o filho assumir a responsabilidade.
Uma menina assustada ouve seus pais discutindo ao fundo | Foto: Shutterstock
O Redditor admitiu que ela nunca se deu bem com o cunhado e que o comportamento dele persistiu desde o nascimento de seu filho de oito anos. Apesar das tentativas de discutir a opção de partir, a sua irmã resistiu e temeu que os seus filhos crescessem num lar desfeito.
Um casal feliz com seus três filhos | Foto: Shutterstock
Sua perspectiva sobre o divórcio era diferente da do Redditor, pois sua própria experiência com o divórcio dos pais era muito diferente. Ela acreditava que os seus filhos precisavam da mãe e do pai juntos e estava relutante em considerar os possíveis benefícios do divórcio, dada a sua situação.
Jantar de Ação de Graças
No fim de semana antes de ela contar sua história, sua irmã e seu cunhado ofereceram um jantar pré-Ação de Graças, ao qual ambas as famílias compareceram. Antecipando a falta de colaboração do cunhado, o Redditor havia ficado com a irmã alguns dias antes para ajudá-la.
Reunião de família para jantar de Ação de Graças | Foto: Flickr.com/s_mestdagh (CC BY-SA 2.0)
Durante o jantar, ela disse que ela e o noivo estavam tentando constituir família. Naquele momento, o cunhado fez um comentário estranho ao namorado sobre os desafios da paternidade. O que ele disse irritou a mulher, que respondeu: “Como se você soubesse”.
Surpreso, ele perguntou o que ela queria dizer, e ela deu vazão à frustração reprimida por ser o homem que deixou sua irmã grávida de 8 meses cuidar de tudo na família. A Redditor expressou apaixonadamente seus sentimentos por quase dez minutos, deixando seu cunhado visivelmente desconfortável em sua cadeira. Depois disso, ele saiu do local.
Uma mulher abraça outra para confortá-la | Foto: Shutterstock
Naquela mesma noite, a autora original recebeu um telefonema de sua irmã; Ela agradeceu por defendê-la e expressou sua gratidão por seu apoio. Mas no dia seguinte ela recebeu uma mensagem desagradável do cunhado, acusando-a de ser uma pessoa terrível. Segundo ele, sua suposta mentira diante da família irritou sua mãe, que, em resposta, decidiu morar com eles para ajudar a nora.
Um homem descontente sentado à beira do rio | Foto de : Pexels
Ele alegou que o incidente o tornou motivo de chacota em sua família. Ele acreditava firmemente que ela era a culpada pelas consequências. Depois de tudo o que aconteceu, o Redditor não pôde deixar de se perguntar se ela estava errada ao criticar o cunhado por seu comportamento questionável.
Suporte on-line
“Acho que foi o momento perfeito. Ambas as famílias conseguiram ouvir exatamente o que o autor da postagem dizia, então ele não poderia mentir para sua família e fazer com que eles a atacassem! Algumas pessoas merecem ser expostas à explosão, especialmente pela maneira como ele age como se fosse algo tão importante haha.”
Sua mãe fica brava com ele e vai morar com eles para ajudá-la.
E tudo fica claro…! Não é sua culpa.
“Não sei, quero dar o benefício da dúvida à mãe e pensar que ela está se mudando pelo bem da irmã, não para ajudar o filho.
Ou melhor ainda, para garantir que seu filho não relaxe e realmente ajude.”
“Não é sua culpa. Retorne a mensagem com “A verdade dói, né, grandalhão?”
Diga-nos o que você pensa nos comentários do Facebook e compartilhe essa história com seus amigos. Isso poderia iluminar o dia deles e inspirá-los.
Woman Thought Pretending to Be Someone’s Girlfriend at a Wedding Would Be Fun Until She Wished She Hadn’t — Story of the Day
Stuck in an elevator with a stranger was bad enough. But when Lena found out Dylan—a charming, suit-clad mystery man—needed a fake date for a wedding the next day, things got even weirder. A power outage, a bold proposition, and one tempting question: Would she really say yes to a total stranger?
Lena checked her watch for the third time in a minute. Late. Again.
She exhaled sharply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she strode down the boutique hotel’s hallway.
The air smelled of fresh lilies, their floral sharpness mixed with the faintest trace of citrus and polished wood.
It was the kind of scent that clung to weddings—the kind that brought memories of champagne toasts, aching feet in high heels, and teary speeches that went on too long.
A fitting reminder, considering her best friend had gotten married last week.
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Lena reached the elevator and jabbed the button, as if sheer determination could speed up the machinery.
She bounced on her heels, fingers tapping anxiously against the strap of her bag.
The soft chime of the elevator arriving barely registered in her brain before she darted inside.
Just as the doors started closing, a blur of movement caught her eye. A man lunged in after her, his shoulder bumping into hers as her suitcase wobbled dangerously.
“Sorry—” he started, a breathless chuckle in his voice. He straightened, brushing an imaginary wrinkle from his crisp suit.
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Lena barely spared him a glance. “No worries.”
And then, everything stopped.
The elevator jerked violently. The lights flickered once, twice, then steadied. The hum of movement vanished.
Lena’s stomach clenched. A thick, loaded silence filled the small space.
She pressed the button repeatedly. Nothing.
“Oh, no. No, no, no,” she muttered, pressing her palm against the cool metal doors as if she could will them open.
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Beside her, the man let out a deep sigh and leaned against the wall. “Classic. Always when you’re in a rush.”
Lena finally turned to him fully. Sharp blue eyes. Tousled blond hair. A suit that looked like it belonged on a magazine cover.
A Hallmark movie hero, if she’d ever seen one.
“I take it you have somewhere important to be?” he asked, his lips quirking in amusement.
“A dinner with a friend,” she muttered. “She got married last week. We planned this before I leave town.”
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“Ah,” he nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Funny coincidence. The wedding I’m going to is tomorrow.”
Lena blinked. “Wait. You’re—”
“Dylan.” He extended a hand, palm up, as if this was the most normal introduction in the world. “Groom’s best friend. And emergency wedding date seeker.”
Before she could even process that, the intercom crackled overhead.
“Uh, folks? Seems like we’ve got a small power outage affecting the elevators. We’re working on it. Might take a bit.”
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Lena closed her eyes briefly. “Perfect.”
Dylan chuckled. “Look on the bright side. At least we’re not alone in here.”
She shot him a look. “Right. Because being stuck with a stranger is somehow better than being stuck alone.”
He shrugged, flashing a lazy grin. “Depends on the stranger, doesn’t it?”
They stood in awkward silence for a moment. The hum of hotel activity beyond the metal doors felt distant, as if they were suspended in time.
Then, out of nowhere, Dylan asked, “So, any chance you’re up for a second wedding in a week?”
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Lena turned to him slowly, brow raised. “Excuse me?”
“I need a date for the wedding.” He smirked, leaning against the wall like this was just another casual conversation.
“My ex is going to be there, and I’d rather not be the guy sitting alone at the singles table. Think of it as a fake date for a noble cause.”
Lena let out a short laugh. Was this guy serious?
“You’re really asking a total stranger to be your plus-one while we’re trapped in an elevator?”
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Dylan shrugged, completely unbothered. “So, is it a yes or a no?”
Lena never thought she’d actually go through with it.
The whole thing had sounded ridiculous—a fake date with a man she barely knew, just to help him save face at a wedding. And yet, here she was.
She smoothed her hands down the fabric of her red dress, the one she had almost left hanging in the back of her suitcase.
It wasn’t her usual style—too bold, too eye-catching, too much.
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But something about tonight made her want to be someone else, even if just for a few hours.
Dylan stood beside her, a glass of champagne in one hand, his other resting lightly on the small of her back. Steady, effortless, completely at ease. Unlike her.
She forced a polite smile as yet another guest approached, throwing curious glances her way.
Weddings were strange like that—everyone wanted to know who you were, why you were there, if your presence meant something.
Dylan, on the other hand, played the part perfectly.
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He leaned down, murmuring in her ear, “That woman in the blue dress has been trying to figure out if we’re engaged for the past ten minutes.”
Lena barely stopped herself from laughing. “Should I flash a fake ring just to mess with her?”
His eyes twinkled. “Tempting. But then I’d have to plan an even faker proposal.”
They moved through the ballroom like they had done this a hundred times before—his touch easy, his words charming, his smile like a safety net.
And then there was the dance.
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The moment his fingers laced with hers, the moment he guided her into a slow, fluid rhythm, Lena forgot for a second that this wasn’t real.
His grip was firm but gentle, the kind that told her to trust him. The warmth of his palm against her waist sent an unfamiliar shiver down her spine.
This was pretend. She knew that. But something about the way he looked at her—like she was the only person in the room—made it too easy to forget.
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As the bride and groom swayed in the center of the dance floor, Lena tilted her head up. “So, tell me,” she murmured, “what’s the deal with this ex of yours?”
Dylan took a sip of champagne, and for the first time all night, his smile flickered. Just for a second.
“Maya,” he said, rolling the name on his tongue like it was still a part of him. “We dated for a while. Things got… complicated.”
Lena raised a brow. “Complicated how?”
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He exhaled slowly, eyes flicking down to the golden liquid swirling in his glass. “She thought I wasn’t serious enough. That I didn’t have time for her.”
“And did you?”
Dylan paused, then let out a dry chuckle. “Maybe not. But I was trying.”
Before Lena could respond, someone called Dylan’s name.
She turned just in time to see her.
Maya.
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Lena didn’t need an introduction to know exactly who she was.
Tall. Poised. Beautiful in that effortless way that made other women feel like they were trying too hard.
Her presence filled the room with a quiet kind of power—like she knew she belonged anywhere she went.
And when she reached Dylan, she hugged him.
Not a casual, polite hug. Not an awkward, we-used-to-date hug.
Something in between. Something that made Lena’s chest tighten in a way it shouldn’t have.
She wasn’t supposed to care. This wasn’t real.
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And yet, it sure as hell felt like it was.
The reception was in full swing—laughter, clinking glasses, music that vibrated through the floor—but Lena barely heard any of it.
Her fingers gripped the stem of her champagne glass a little too tightly as she watched Dylan and Maya across the room.
Too close. Too familiar. Too much. Their voices were low, their expressions unreadable. Whatever they were saying, it wasn’t for her to hear.
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And yet, she couldn’t look away.
This was supposed to be a game. A favor. A night of harmless pretending. But now, her stomach twisted, and she hated the feeling.
A shadow moved beside her. “Everything okay?”
Dylan.
Lena blinked, dragging her gaze from Maya. She forced a smile, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. “Great. You and Maya catching up?”
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Dylan’s frown was subtle but there. “Not really. She just wanted to check in.”
Check in. Right.
“Lena,” he started, voice softer now, careful. “You know this isn’t—”
“Not real?” she cut in, her heart hammering. “Yeah. I know.”
The words felt wrong.
She swallowed hard. She needed to leave before she made a fool of herself.
“Thanks for the night, Dylan,” she said, turning on her heel. “But I think I’m done playing pretend.”
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And then, she walked away.
Lena had her bag packed before the sun had fully risen. She had spent the night convincing herself that walking away was the right choice. No messy feelings. No unnecessary complications. Just a clean break.
But as she slung her bag over her shoulder and stepped into the hotel lobby, her chest felt heavier than it should. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep. Maybe it was something else.
She headed toward the café, craving caffeine and distraction, but fate had other plans.
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She turned the corner too fast, and suddenly—collision.
Hot coffee sloshed dangerously close to her dress as Dylan stumbled back, gripping his cup to stop the spill.
“Lena?” His voice was a mix of surprise and something else—something unreadable.
She cursed under her breath. Of course. Of course, she had to run into him now.
“I was just—” she started, but Dylan wasn’t buying it.
“Leaving?” His eyes locked onto hers, sharp, searching. “Without saying anything?”
Lena exhaled, torn between pride and something that felt a lot like longing. “It was just supposed to be a one-time thing, right?”
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Dylan was silent for a beat, then let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair.
“Yeah,” he admitted, voice rough. “That’s what I thought, too.” He hesitated, then took a step closer. “Until I realized I didn’t want it to end.”
Lena’s pulse stumbled. “What?”
“Last night,” he said, his voice softer now, steady, “I watched you walk away, and all I could think about was how much I didn’t want you to go.”
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Her heart thudded against her ribs. “Dylan—”
“I don’t care about Maya,” he cut in, his tone firm, certain. “I don’t care about anyone else. I care about you.”
Lena wanted to believe him. But doubt—fear—clawed at her. “What if this is just—”
“It’s not,” Dylan interrupted, seeing right through her hesitation. “You feel it, too. Don’t you?”
She swallowed hard.
Yes.
Yes, she did.
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So, for once, she stopped overthinking.
She stepped forward, reached up, and kissed him.
A kiss that was warm. Real. Nothing like pretending.
Dylan smiled against her lips. “Does this mean you’ll stay?”
Lena laughed softly. “Maybe. But only if you promise to stop getting us stuck in elevators.”
Dylan chuckled, his hand slipping easily around her waist. “No guarantees.”
And with that, Lena finally let herself fall.
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