Brother From Another Mother
While visiting family in Detroit for a reunion, there was a protest in the town where we were staying. As a teenager, it was really scary since people were becoming hostile.
As they were chanting, me and a few other people decided to hide out in a grocery store until they passed. Little did I know the day would change my life forever.
I made some small talk with a slightly older guy who was in the store. He kinda looked like me. We started talking, and he said he was on a road trip with friends from Florida. They were just driving through town and needed some supplies at the store.
I told him I was born in Florida, adopted, and then moved to Chicago and was back here for a reunion. The guy became curious about my adoption, so I told him my biological mother’s name and explained that she was a teen mom who just couldn’t take care of me.
After he heard this, he pulled out a picture of his mother at her high school prom. I reached for my wallet and pulled out the exact same photo.
We have the same mom. We’re long-lost brothers.
Here’s another story about brothers and adoption, although this one involves lots of money.
Not Included In Will
Two sons of a really wealthy couple go to the family lawyer to have their recently deceased parents’ will read. The lawyer is super nervous because he has known them both since they were kids.
One son gets the entire inheritance, and the other gets nothing. The explanation was that it should be passed through to blood relatives only. So that was the day he found out he was adopted.
If you think that was a juicy family drama, the next story will make you turn your nose up at marriage forever.
We found out that one of my aunts had an arranged marriage. She wasn’t actually the aunt who was supposed to be in the arranged marriage, but her sister was adamantly against marrying the guy.
I guess my grandma somehow persuaded my aunt to replace her sister’s part of the marriage. My aunt and the guy got married, moved away, and had kids.
They lived far away, so I barely ever saw them. Only as I got older did I learn that the dude was abusive to my aunt, to the point where she still had some intense mental breakdowns long after he was gone. I guess her sister was right to stay far away from that guy.
How sad, but the next one is just downright embarrassing. Why do people go to weddings only to ruin them for everybody else?
The Wedding Objection
My friend had a wedding about 15 years ago. We thought he had found the perfect woman. She was so nice all the time and fiery as well.
Wedding time comes around, “Does anyone have a lawful objection?” From there, everything unraveled.
His dad objects because he hadn’t found a way to tell everyone that he cheated on my buddy’s mom decades ago. But get this: the “other woman” was the bride’s mother.
And guess what? The bride was my buddy’s half-sister. Apparently, only the parents knew the truth. A DNA test later confirmed it. Now my friend is in therapy because “the best love of my life was my sister!”
What a nightmare! There’s another sibling saga as you read the next story. Hold onto your socks. This one is sordid.
I have nine siblings. We all share the same father. I only knew about seven of them until my dad passed. I found out that two of my “cousins” were actually my brother and sister.
My father had cheated on his then-wife with her sister. So those kids were born out of wedlock. When my mother passed, I figured out that my sister (whom I thought we shared the same parents with) was fathered way before they met.
My only full-blood sibling is my twin. I’m only close to him and my sister. The other half-siblings get along well with us, but we are not close.
Cheating always ends in tears. The next story will have you calling the fire station for help. It seems if you play with fire, you will definitely get burned.
C’mon Baby Light My Fire
I’m a divorce lawyer, and there’s always some “wait…what?!” moment in the worst cases I have. This one couple separated ten years ago but didn’t officially divorce until a couple of years ago.
She was going to get his house, so he burnt it down then faxed her the transfer of ownership forms. He might be going to the slammer for arson, though, so joke’s on him.
The joke was definitely on him. But let’s hope the guy in the next story gets back what was taken from him.
Revenge Will Be Sweet
When my friend was 18, his dad wrote him out of the will before suddenly passing away. The strange thing was that they always got along.
It seemed very suspicious. He was then kicked out of the house by his father’s evil wife without a penny to his name. On Christmas Eve, the client went back to get some photos he left there and saw something he shouldn’t have. It was then that he learned just how evil she really was.
He knew where she kept the spare key, so he let himself in. On the way to his room, he saw the step-mom’s phone sitting on a table, and as he passed by, she got a text message.
It read something like, “I’m so happy we got away with it, and we can finally be together. He didn’t deserve it anyway.” My friend was convinced that she forced his dad to take him out of the will, then somehow machined his dad’s death with a secret lover.
He’s in law school now and is planning to go into estate law to help people get through problems like the one he had.
The next story is about a heartbreaking secret that was only revealed much too late.
When I was a kid, I knew my grandfather was odd. He’d call me his grandson even when I was wearing a dress and clearly female, but my parents would tell me to ignore it.
Then I found out that when my dad was a kid, grandpa had sold my dad’s sister Barbara to someone and kept my dad and his brother because he didn’t want a girl in the family.
My dad found his sister Barbara around the time I was in middle school by making some calls and getting access to records. They were reunited, and she’s my favorite aunt now.
No one liked grandpa.
With a family like that, who needs enemies? There’s another wedding objection in the next story, but it seems it was for the right reason.
When the pastor got to the part “or forever hold your peace,” the bride said, “Yes, I’d like to say something.”
Then she turned around to her guests and said, “I’d like to thank my maid of honor for sleeping with my fiancé last night.” With that, she threw her bouquet down and stormed off.
The story even made it onto local radio at the time.
Marriage is not for the faint of heart. The next story, however, is about someone telling no truths and whole lies.
Doctors Diagnosis Not Needed
I was with this girl for just shy of two years. Holidays, festivals, discussions of marriage, the lot. Claimed she lived at home with her mum, who had terminal cancer, and as a result, her mum didn’t want to bring anyone new into her life, as the pain of knowing she would soon leave them was too much.
Therefore, we spent all our time at mine, and I never met her family or mom. I received a message from a guy one night asking how I knew her. I explained the whole story. What he told me made my blood run cold.
Turns out her mom was fine, and she had been engaged to this guy and living with him the entire time…they were due to get married in two weeks. It still blows my mind that she managed to play us both so well the entire time.
That was a saga. The next story is about long-distance relationships. However, when you read it, you’ll want to run a long distance away from this guy.
Long Distance Love
I was at my good friend’s wedding. She’s a sweet girl, and she’d fallen hard for a truck driver. Their relationship was long distance forever, so she was thrilled that they were finally getting married.
When the priest says, “Does anyone object to this?” a woman stands up and says, “I do.” Turns out the guy wasn’t a truck driver but a married man from Florida who had two kids.
Yep, he just said he was a driver, so he could play her long-distance. Oh, and obviously, the objecting woman was his real wife. Awkward…
If you think that was awkward, the next story is straight out of a horror movie.
My friend’s mom got rid of her husband. She had taken a $200k life insurance policy out on him six months before he passed, and he passed from not taking his medication that he’d taken no problem all of his life.
My buddy was away for the weekend, so he wasn’t home when it happened. After his mom passed, we found out even more: She’d taken a life insurance policy out on my buddy at some point too, and she’d also forged his signature to sign over $100k my buddy’s dad had left to him.
She robbed my buddy blind, and he had no clue. She took his inheritance from his grandma too, which he’d had no clue about, and gave a big chunk of it to her friends/his godparents, who used it to buy a beach house.
She also faked illnesses to get prescription pills and had little books filled with info on what she’d sold and how much she’d made from selling them.
You can’t choose your family, but in the next story, you would wish you could.
A Terrible Secret
After my grandad passed, my great-aunt told me that he was responsible for the passing of their baby sister. She said that when he was young, he picked the baby up, but because he was so small, he dropped her, and she hit her head.
When we went to clear out the house, we found a ton of family documentation, including birth and death certificates for the family.
It turns out the little girl passed as a result of whooping cough. I was like, what? It turns out that my aunt let my grandad go to his grave believing he was responsible for the passing of his baby sister. I can just never get my head around why.
From one grandpa to the next, however, you might want to check your surroundings with this old timer.
A neighbor was a somewhat off guy who nobody really liked, but he was not hated either. He passed well into his 70s of natural causes.
A young couple bought his house and every item in it because his relatives did not want to clean it up. They discovered surveillance cameras everywhere, watching the whole street—which is highly illegal in Germany.
And that was just the beginning.
Finally, they found a room that was hidden behind a concealed door. This room contained lots of surveillance documents and loads of Reichsbürger propaganda, basically a far-right conspiracy. He was one of them, prepared to retake Germany from the usurpers of the German Reich.
That’s quite a discovery. The guy in the next story also seems to like confined spaces.
Two and a half years ago, I was in dire financial straits. I sold my home to keep my struggling business afloat. But I neglected to tell the owners about one key thing.
They have an 800-square-foot bunker on the property that I built about seven years ago. The bunker that I’ve called home since I sold it.
The entrance to it is well-hidden, but I still come and go very early/very late in the day.
I’m a single man who keeps to himself. I’m now in a situation where I could move somewhere else, but I love this hidden paradise so much.
A home away from home. The next story is about what most families hope they don’t have in the family, a creepy uncle.
We always thought something was up with my grandmother. She always kind of shunned any females in the family. Her sons and grandsons were like gold to her.
Wives and granddaughters were treated like rubbish. It wasn’t until she passed a few years back that it came out that she had been abusing her sons and possibly some of her grandsons.
One of my uncles ended up going to prison for assaulting all three of his children, two sons, and a daughter. Tore his family apart.
When my grandmother was dying, our uncle never left her side; he organized the funeral and seemed more cut up over it than anyone else.
He was the favorite son. Totally gives me the creeps.
If that story creeped you out, the next one with make you cringe.
Some Money On The Side
Private investigator here. One woman I was hired to investigate was married to a guy who made a decent living. He wasn’t mega-rich, but he likely made around $250K a year.
He started to suspect his wife was cheating on him, so we tailed her for the weekend. It was only one weekend, but we quickly discovered that she was selling herself on Craigslist and Backpage.
We caught over 13 men coming in and out of her motel room that weekend and found her ads online.
How scandalous. The next story will have you wanting to wear a safety helmet to work, even if you work in an office.
At work, there was a guy working on an ejection seat without a properly disarmed drogue gun (the part that deploys the parachute). Since the drogue gun wasn’t properly disarmed, when he went through the timer checks, the component fired.
Unfortunately, his head was hovering above the large, heavy piece of steel that fires from the drogue gun to pull the drogue chute out. Apparently, it went through his chin and out of the top of his head. It cleanly pulled 20 feet of cord through his head, then the drogue chute.
The chute went halfway into his head and then got stuck. It was so firmly planted in the 2″ diameter hole going through his grape that it stopped any bleeding.
They cut him out of the cables and took him to the hospital for surgery. Other than the 2″ hole in his chin and the top of his head, he was completely fine and was back to work two weeks later.
The next story will have you wanting to check your family tree.
The Family Man
My grandfather was Polish. He fought in WWII in the Allied forces after escaping to occupied Italy. Later, he came to the UK and met my grandmother, with whom he had an unbelievably troubled relationship, and five kids.
He passed when my dad was 14. My dad and his brothers found some old projector films in the attic. One of them changed everything.
It was a slideshow that appeared to depict my grandfather in a suit, next to a woman in a wedding dress, standing at an altar.
The guy had been married already in Poland. We don’t know what happened to his first wife, but now we know why he was estranged from his Polish family.
It seems grandfathers always have secrets. The next story will make you want to stock up on pepper spray and a taser.
I worked as a shot girl at a pub. One night, I rejected someone who attempted to get my number. Not unusual, and he didn’t seem that bothered.
The whole exchange wasn’t strange to me. In the early hours after the bar closed, I went to leave through the back door into the car park like usual, when I saw the sensor light outside was on. Someone was standing just outside the door.
I felt uneasy, so I went out the front and asked one of the bouncers to walk me around the back to my car. As we rounded the corner, we spotted this guy lurking outside the door holding his belt like a makeshift garotte.
When he saw us, he started screaming that I was a hideous prude and I should die. He scampered off into the road and never came back.
What a maniac! The woman in the next story takes the word bridezilla to the next level.
Not Happily Ever After
My cousin got married last April, and I only went because my parents were going, and I had nothing better to do that weekend (also, free bar).
I got to watch her set her bouquet, the white carpet, and the groom’s pants on fire mid-ceremony because he had spiked his hair wrong.
The best part was that the minister just kept reading the vows as it all went down. Eventually, they got it all under control, and the two said their I Dos.
The divorce was finalized a couple of days ago.
Failed marriages again. The next story is a mystery involving a cat.
When The Cat’s Away…
Last year, I pretended to be a private investigator just for fun. My neighbor gave me ten dollars to go look for his missing cat.
I guess he just wanted me to have some fun, and I was just fooling around. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t find anything. But darn, did I ever find something. A very big something.
At the bottom of my street, there was an old abandoned retirement home that had closed a couple of years after I moved in. There wasn’t a lot of blood, but just enough that it could have been the cat’s blood. It turns out the building was being used for an illicit substance operation.
I anonymously tipped off the authorities, who raided the place.
Apparently, one of the guys accidentally attacked the cat, who started to wail loudly, and he was scared people would come to investigate. He couldn’t bring himself to end the cat’s life, so he dragged it inside and forgot to clean the blood away.
It was one of the most thrilling yet terrifying things that I had ever gotten myself into. But hey, at least the cat lived, and my neighbor got her back!
The next story is bizarre and a little gross.
I’m a nurse, and my biggest “wait, what?” moment involved a gentleman who had a garden-variety stomach ache. He only came to the hospital because his home remedy didn’t seem to work.
The remedy in question? In his mind, the mild discomfort meant there was a tapeworm in his belly eating him alive, so he drank bleach AND ammonia in an effort to “smoke it out.”
The guy in the next story will have you shed a tear.
A Trip Back In Time
I was taken by CPS when I was two and adopted by the same foster family that originally took me in when I was five. Came with one baby picture and maybe a toy.
No contact was allowed with the bio family, as per the court ruling. Cue 20, some odd years later, I’m working as a pizza delivery driver. Quit, come back a year later when another job doesn’t work out.
I’m friendly with one of the drivers there, an older guy who’s driving for something to do after retiring from the social work field. I notice on Facebook he’s friends with my half-brother.
Ask him about it (thinking maybe it was due to his old job or something). Turns out he used to be married to my bio aunt, the sister of my bio mom.
He babysat me a bunch when I was a baby, and his ex-wife left a ton of junk in the divorce, including my baby pictures. He let me have them. Mom just about cried when I showed them to her.
As this story taught you, the next story will prove once and for all that some people just should not have children.
I was going to my old Taekwondo studio, taking classes, and visiting and working out with old friends when I met a new girl at the gym named Rita.
Rita was very energetic, squeaky-voiced, and kind of flirty. I had hung out with her a couple of times, but I knew nothing was going to happen between us.
I’d heard too many stories about her on-and-off boyfriend, and she just reeked of drama.
It turned out to be a good decision because she made an insane request to me. Rita and her boyfriend were apparently together again and having a bit of a pregnancy scare.
They were considering their options. So, she asked me that day, if we find out that I am actually pregnant for real, do you think you could round-kick me in the stomach?” She even said it with a straight face.
After my initial “wait…what?” I shut her down hard. NO! FREAKIN! WAY! From then on, she was one big pile of NOPE! in my eyes.
I haven’t seen her since that day.
The next story will make you think twice before consuming anything illegal.
I was promoted to VP of my company. The company was in trouble, and the CEO had asked me to figure out why and fix it.
I arranged for a random drug test. All employees, the CEO, me, everyone. All on the same day, and everyone went down at the same time.
Even said I would ignore weed, but anyone with anything stronger would be gone. We get the results back, and I fired everyone who had tested positive for any drug other than weed.
The CEO and I were the only two people left working for the company.
In the next story, you will be questioning what reality is and what isn’t.
I was doing Security at a hospital with an ER, ICU, and surgical, and I got called to several paranormal calls.
We never believed them—until one day. This time more than one nurse saw a guy on the camera who was on his deathbed. He kept saying, “I will not die in a hospital,” earlier that day, literally pushing his curtain aside and walking out of his room toward the elevator.
A code was called, and everyone immediately posted at their designated locations. Within seconds there were people watching the elevators and stairs, and security started combing the area for the patient.
As I reached the ICU floor, I spoke with the Lead Nurse, and she told me several of the nurses saw him leave. At that exact moment, monitors started going off.
My jaw dropped. The guy never left. He was still in his bed and passed away right then.
There were three witnesses on the report that say he got up and left. The bosses wouldn’t let us watch the video, but the looks on their faces said it all. The bosses said the nurses did the right thing, and some things just can’t be explained.
Strange. In the next story, someone would have a change of heart on a very important day.
A Change Of Heart
Amazingly, I was at a wedding where the groom himself objected. He just stood up there and started crying, then announced in front of everyone that he had fallen out of love with the bride a while before but didn’t know how to break it off.
It was extremely uncomfortable, and they both stepped out. Ten minutes later, they came back in and got married—because she’d apparently told him she was pregnant.
They’re still together, with three kids now. I’m not sure about the husband, but I can confirm that the wife is having an affair. Neither of them is happy, but she has a comfortable life, and he doesn’t have the spine to leave.
The next story is about a big family secret that no one knows about.
My boyfriend’s parents just lost their house. I told my mom what he had told me, and she didn’t think the story lined up, so she went all Sherlock Holmes and started looking up his parents’ names in our county’s public records.
She got more than she bargained for because she found a locked file labeled “ADOPTION” with my boyfriend and one of his brother’s names listed on it.
None of his other three siblings were on there—they are all way younger. He’s never mentioned being adopted, though, and is well past the age where you would tell a kid something like that—he’s in his mid-20s.
His family has already had a really bad few months, and I don’t want to cause any more drama by asking about it.
The next story is about a quick-thinking nurse.
How To Save A Life
I work as an ER nurse and had a patient with a little dizziness, a little nausea, and a swollen abdomen. She was fairly bright, able to talk, and nothing seemed too horrific.
But she was turning a grim gray color and breathing quickly. Our average wait time today was two hours. I could have put her back in the queue and moved on.
But I had a little dark feeling that there was something sinister happening here. So I called our most senior doctor out of a consultation and asked him to see her.
Ever heard of your abdominal aorta? An enormous blood vessel that can pouch out, suddenly rupture, and make you bleed internally to death in minutes?
It’s called a burst AAA (abdominal aortic aneurysm). That’s what she had.
Within five minutes, she was barely responding. Within ten, her blood pressure had dropped to a barely sustainable level. Within twenty minutes, I was pouring blood into her, and eight people were around the bed.
Within an hour, she was on an operating table, clinging to life. But because I raised the alarm and because my team worked their butts off, that woman is still, somehow, alive.
In order to protect the privacy of those depicted, some names, locations, and identifying characteristics have been changed and are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblances to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.