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I have a mother that would do anything for her kids. She has battled and survived canc3r and numerous other illnesses. My sister called her one day, saying she had been diagnosed with canc3r and needed money for the surgery that she was going to need.
She tells my mom everything from who the doctor is to what they are going to do. My mom, in tears, rushes to take out a loan and immediately heads to pay for it, where, as you might have guessed, finds out my sister lied about the whole thing.
When my mom calls her to ask her what’s going on, my sister yells at her for going to the doctor’s office first and not just giving her the money, and hangs up on her. © crunknizzle / Reddit
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My uncle’s wife’s sister got pregnant at a young age, so their mother claimed the baby as her own when he was born. He eventually found out that his sister was his mother, his mother was his grandmother, and his other sister was his aunt.
My family is so big and full of drama, with countless scandals. It’s a mess, but I secretly love it. © Owens8 / Reddit
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I was visiting Rome with my family when I was around 10–11 years old. My dad gave me around 20 euros to buy whatever my little kid self wanted. I saw a homeless man with what looked like amputated legs (he had bandages on them, stained and soiled).
So, I gave him my money with a smile, and he stands up, exposing his legs he was hiding among the blankets and bags, and walks off. I was in awe. © frankoshii / Reddit
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My brother, whom we’ll call Steve, had a fiancée named Samantha, and they have a son together. One day, Samantha started locking her phone, coming home later, showing all the usual signs of a cheater.
Then, one weekend, she said she was going to a work event about 250 miles away and would be staying in a motel there. Steve grew suspicious and decided to call the room late at night, around 1 am. A guy answered… it was our other brother… © Unknown author / Reddit
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When I was a kid, my class did a pen pal project with kids from another school. I kept writing to mine for six years—we shared birthdays, family stuff, even grief. Eventually, we stopped, and I never knew his real name.
At a family reunion last year, my cousin made a joke about how he used to write letters to someone named “Bee” (my nickname). We pieced it together. We’d been each other’s pen pals the entire time—neither of us knowing we were cousins.
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My younger brother flew home for the holidays with a huge announcement: he was getting married. Everyone cheered—until he admitted the wedding already happened… last year. They’d kept it quiet because she didn’t get along with our mom. Now they wanted to “introduce” her like it was a new relationship.
The twist? Mom already knew. They’d been meeting secretly for months, and she was the one who encouraged them to keep it hidden until things settled down. I was the only one in the room truly surprised.
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I rented a small guesthouse for a weekend trip and everything seemed normal at first. But the second night, I came back to find a stranger watching TV on the couch—he screamed louder than I did.
Turns out, the host double-booked the place and forgot to update the calendar. The other guest and I ended up splitting the space awkwardly, but we started talking.
A year later, he was the best man at my wedding. All because of a scheduling error.
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When I was 4 (and my sister was 8), my mother took off with a truck driver and never came back. She signed over all her parental rights to my father. Starting when I was about 12, she would randomly send me birthday cards two months after my birthday (one even included a pin with a fake birthstone for that incorrect birth month).
She’s never made any serious attempt to contact me as an adult or to connect with her grandkids. However, she does stay in contact with my older sister and sent her kids an Xbox and Kinect for Christmas. She did send me a friend request on Facebook, though, so there’s that.
