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My Husband Lied About Taking Our Kids to His Parents’ House — The Truth Shattered Me

I’m Shiloh (32F). My husband (35M) has always kept a weekend routine — every Saturday and Sunday, he takes our two kids (7 and 5) to visit his parents. I usually stay home because, honestly, my relationship with my mother-in-law has never been easy.

Two days ago, my MIL called me out of nowhere and completely lost it. She accused me of keeping the kids away, yelling that they “haven’t seen the kids in four months.”

I was stunned. Every weekend, my husband tells me he’s taking them over there.

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But he wasn’t.

It turns out that before he met me, he had a serious relationship. His ex got pregnant, and he panicked and left. She had the baby and raised him alone. Years went by. Then, a few months ago, she reached out and asked if he wanted to meet his son — now ten years old.

He agreed. And instead of going to his parents’ house, he’d been taking our kids to meet their half-brother every weekend so they could get to know each other.

At first, I was furious — not just because he lied, but because he kept me completely in the dark. After I cooled down, though, I asked to meet her myself. She was nervous, and so was I, but somehow, we hit it off. She’s genuinely kind, and her son is a wonderful kid. My children adore them both.

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Since then, I’ve been encouraging the kids to spend time together. And honestly? I don’t feel threatened. I don’t see her as “the one who came before me.” I see her as another mother who raised a child on her own while my husband was still figuring his life out.

Now, here’s where I’m conflicted: some of my friends say I’m being too forgiving — that I should be angry longer or hold it against him. But I can’t bring myself to.

So, am I being naive for making peace with his ex and welcoming her son into our family’s life? Or is this actually the right thing to do?

Source: brightside.me

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