I [34 M] am somebody who inherited a lot of wealth from my parents, which allows me to support my ex’s daughter [10 F, from France and not my daughter]. To deal with the challenges of remote learning, I hired a tutor [19 F] to live in our home and teach her while I’m traveling for work. The tutor seemed a bit boring at first, but the more I got to know her, the more I liked her. We eventually really hit it off and got together after I broke up with my ex - now we’re engaged.
There’s just one problem: we were about to be married when my ex-wife’s brother [38 M] showed up and revealed that I’ve kept my bipolar and/or depressed wife [37 F] locked in a small padded room in my attic for the past 15 years. (Inlaws know all your skeletons. Ugh.) He then called me a bigamist in front of my girlfriend, embarrassing me and her!
Now my gf wants to break off our engagement…all because of a little spousal attic confinement! I tried to compromise - I even said that marriage wasn’t a huge deal and she could still be my mistress, but she won’t hear me out. We’re so in love, I don’t see what the big deal is…AITA here???
Tl;dr: AITA for trying to convince my 16yr younger fiancée to become my mistress after she discovered I kept my depressed wife trapped in a padded attic room for 15 years?
Every time someone mentions Jane Eyre, I think about this post:
Look if I were the prince of Denmark in the late middle ages and the ghost of my father appeared and told me to avenge his death I would have gotten the fuck out of there with my gay lover from university and never looked back
Every day you’ve dealt with your terrible stepmother and your equally terrible and ugly stepsisters as you’ve done your chores. One day, an invitation to the prince’s ball comes to your late father’s estate. After your late mother’s dress is destroyed, you find an elderly woman in front of you. She waves her wand through the air and suddenly a blue ball gown with glass slippers appear on the bench next to you. She claims you can go to the ball for only a small price. You have to kill the prince.
“No.” I fold my arms, meeting her eyes.
She blinks at me. “No?”
“Not for a silk dress and a night at a party. Only a fool would commit regicide for so low a price.”
The old woman hesitates, and her eyes narrow. “Well. True. Though it would only be regicide if I asked you to kill the king.”
“His heir is close enough, to my mind.”
The old woman rubs her chin thoughtfully. “Aye, that’s fair. But… if the price were better?”
I shrug. “I’ve contemplated murdering my stepmother and her daughters often enough. The only reason I don’t do it is that I’d surely be the first and only suspect. If a murder would truly free me from this misery… I’d certainly be willing to consider it. After careful planning, of course.”
“Indeed. Indeed.” She smiles grimly. “All right, my dear. Shall we plan a murder, then?”
The second girl at least read the book to confirm that it was shit, she even had Capote on deck as backup. Chick 1 is just lazy
Nope. Girl 2 saw that Girl 1′s absolutely accurate analysis was being shut down just because it wasn’t stated in an intellectual way (in spite of its validity). So Girl 2 reinforced Girl 1′s opinions in solidarity and made sure that it was absolutely clear that Girl 1 was factually correct. WITHOUT taking credit for her observations (”kim is right” instead of “Actually, kim”)
Girls supporting Girls.
Girls not letting other girls be treated poorly.
Not only that, but the book is only 47 pages long. When she read only 30 pages, it’s not as though she only read one chapter. She read a majority of the book.
