It’s uplifting to witness women supporting each other, whether it’s friends offering help or strangers extending support to those they’ve never met. In this story, a woman quietly left a letter for her ex-boyfriend’s future girlfriend, offering a heads-up about what to anticipate and sharing lessons from her own experience. The new girlfriend shared this moving act of solidarity on Reddit, where she received an outpouring of encouragement and advice from the online community.
She wrote:
“My boyfriend Steve (30m) and I (28f) have been together for 2 years and have been living together for 8 months. I was cleaning our apartment when I found a note in the back of a cabinet that read:
‘Dear Steve’s Future Girlfriend,
I know it’s you reading this because he’d never clean back here. I’m putting this here because I’m leaving him soon and want to warn you about him:
1-He will not clean;
2-He will not listen;
3-He will make everything feel like it’s your fault;
It’s not your fault, he’s just an incompetent man. I’m leaving him, I suggest you do the same.
Best wishes, Natalia'”
She added:
“I read the note and brought it to show to him and hear his response. He immediately ripped it up and said not to listen to it, that she was crazy and untrustworthy. I told him that the fact that he hasn’t found the note in the 5 years since they broke up is a red flag to me because it does mean he’s never cleaned back there and that he has been cleaning less and less since I moved in.
He told me this is just his ex continuing to manipulate and ruin his life, and I was letting it work. We continued to argue along the same lines, and I eventually left to spend the night at a friend’s place.
Steve has been a great boyfriend so far. He gets along with my family. He has given me gifts and flowers and always tells me how much he loves me. He’s not wrong that the cleaning hasn’t really been brought up before, but the note made me realize it had been less and less and that we needed to have a full conversation about this.”
She went on explaining:
“He texted me afterwards saying he’s sorry that I felt like I had to leave, but that it’s a wrong move for me to take a note over our 2-year relationship and to leave him and our pets alone. I don’t know what to do or what to believe right now. I’m contemplating trying to find and reach out to Natalia.
Steve thinks I should come back home and let it go, that his past should not affect our future. He makes it sound like his ex was manipulative and petty throughout their relationship, but I don’t know what to trust.
When we moved in together 8 months ago, the cleaning was 50/50. Since then, he’s been doing things less and less. I have to remind him to do things like to bring his plates to the sink or take out the trash, and I didn’t have to before. The dishes will pile up unless I do them, to the point he’s had leftover food mold on the plates.”
She continued:
“I’m not a confrontational person, so I was just asking him to fix it when it came up. The note made me reflect on it more and try to have an actual full conversation, and I will say I didn’t feel listened to when I talked to him about it.
I tried to use the note to start a conversation about cleaning, and he got so stuck on the fact that I was listening to his ex instead of him, that he wouldn’t listen to what I think are valid concerns. He thinks I’m letting the note have “confirmation bias” so no matter what he says I’ll think he’s in the wrong.
Also, I didn’t leave him permanently, this all happened yesterday and I only spent one night at a friend’s because I didn’t feel like our conversation was going anywhere last night, and he wouldn’t let me sleep until I let it go. I’m going back today and wanted to get advice and feedback before I do.”
Other Redditors chimed in, sharing their own insights and offering advice to her.
- I’m so glad for you. It wasn’t two wasted years since they taught you a valuable lesson. I’m especially grateful for Natalia! Please tell her we love her for her kind solidarity and witty ways. Absolutely, leave a note — but better yet, leave two. One in the same place (he’ll look there; manipulative narcissists aren’t that dumb), and another in an even less likely spot. Sending you my best. You got this, girl! © occasionalpart / Reddit
- Well, he’s not cleaning, he’s not listening to you, and he’s making it out to be your fault “for trusting a note over him.” So, it seems the ex’s assessment might be accurate. It doesn’t look like he’s open to discussing his poor housekeeping, and personally, I don’t think you’ll be able to address it now without the note coming up. Ultimately, it’s up to you to decide whether this is something you can tolerate. It seems he hasn’t learned anything from his last relationship. © VonBoo / Reddit
- You’ve been living together for less than a year, and you’re already having to play mommy, reminding him of basic chores and daily tasks! If Natalia were truly such a manipulative, crazy person, she would have made much harsher and more dramatic accusations than these. © Arya_kidding_me / Reddit
- It’s almost ironic how easy it would have been for him to shut this entire thing down with the simplest of responses: “Hmm, you’re right, I’ll make sure to clean more.” That would have immediately countered points 2 and 3. But he’d rather be right, and he’d rather play the aggrieved party. You didn’t do anything wrong by trying to have a conversation off the back of that note. His reaction should tell you everything. © Mobius_Stripping / Reddit
- I’d be willing to bet money that the note is right. He sounds like the kind of man who will stop doing anything the second he decides a woman is fully trapped. The slow tapering off you’re witnessing is him testing the waters. He needs to figure out whether he just needs to waste enough of your time to get to that stage, or whether you need a ring or a baby to feel trapped. © Extension_Drummer_85 / Reddit
- “Don’t expect to change a man unless he’s in diapers.” This behavior will continue on, he’s gotten away with it before up to a certain point. He wants someone to pick up after him like his mommy.
Any time a guy says, “My ex is/was crazy,” is a MASSIVE red flag right there. It’s something guys have been saying since the dawn of time to belittle their former partners. He’ll say the same thing about you to his next girlfriend. You have to ask yourself, “Was she crazy, or did he drive her crazy with his behavior and laziness?” I’d leave your own note when you do finally dump him. And reach out to his ex, see what she has to say. © Equal-Brilliant2640 / Reddit
When trust is broken between couples, it often leads to a surge of emotional and psychological turmoil, including feelings of uncertainty and profound confusion. In a different scenario, a woman shared a fascinating story of her own sleuthing skills. She discovered her husband was cheating simply by paying close attention to his breakfast order.
My Ex-Husband Asked Me to Be a Surrogate for Him and His New Wife – It Ended Not as He Expected
In a twist that blurs the lines between love, duty, and destiny, Julia discovers her capacity for unexpected love when she agrees to be a surrogate for her ex-husband and his new wife, only to find herself entangled in a deep emotional bond that challenges everything she thought she knew about her heart.
Life has a way of throwing curves when you least expect it. Hi, I’m Julia, and I want to share a bit of my story. It starts off like many—Tom and I met back in high school. We were that sweet couple everyone kind of expected to end up together.
Julia and Tom on their prom night | Source: Midjourney
We sailed through college side by side, and by graduation, we were engaged. Two years later, after getting our master’s degrees, we tied the knot. Those early years were filled with joy, laughter, and dreams of the future we were building together.
Tom and Julia getting married | Source: Midjourney
But things started changing after our second son was born. Tom began pulling away, and the warmth we had for each other cooled off gradually. One evening, he just dropped the bombshell.
“Julia, I want a divorce,” he said, as simply as if he was discussing the weather. That night, he packed a suitcase, kissed me on the forehead, and left, leaving behind a stunned me to figure out how to explain to our kids where Daddy had gone the next morning.
Tom asked for divorce out of nowhere | Source: Midjourney
Adapting to life as a single mom wasn’t easy. I strove to keep things as normal as possible for our boys, trying to shield them from the pain and confusion I felt. Every day was a challenge, filled with little reminders of the life we once shared.
Julia tries to cope with the divorce | Source: Midjourney
The empty chair at dinner, the quiet after the kids went to bed, the decisions I now had to make alone. To cope, I started kickboxing, which became my outlet for the frustration and helplessness that often bubbled up.
I also began therapy, which helped me navigate the emotional whirlpool I found myself in. The lessons I learned about resilience and self-worth were hard-won but invaluable.
Julia starts kickboxing | Source: Midjourney
Meanwhile, Tom moved on. He started a new life and even had a new partner, Margaret. From what I heard, they seemed happy, and though it stung a bit to know he had moved on so completely, I focused on rebuilding my life and being the best mother I could be.
Tom holds out his hand to his new girlfriend | Source: Midjourney
Life, as I’ve learned, never quite follows the script you write in your head. Just when I thought my relationship with Tom was permanently confined to co-parenting and occasional awkward exchanges during kid hand-offs, he called me one evening.
The conversation started typically enough, with updates about our sons and the mundane details of life. But then, Tom’s tone changed, and what he asked next was something I never saw coming.
Tom calls Julia | Source: Midjourney
“Julia, I have a big favor to ask you,” he began, his voice hesitant. “Margaret and I have been trying to start a family, but we’ve run into some challenges. We were wondering… would you consider being a surrogate for us?” The request was so unexpected that at first, I thought I might have misheard him. Surrogacy? For my ex-husband and his new wife?
Shocked Julia | Source: Midhourney
The shock of the question had me reeling, but I managed to stammer out that I needed some time to think. Tom understood and suggested I come over the next day to talk more about it with both him and Margaret.
That night, I tossed and turned, grappling with the implications of his request. The thought of carrying another child was daunting, not to mention doing so for Tom and his wife. Yet, there was something about the possibility of helping them that tugged at my heartstrings.
Sleepless Julia | Source: Midjourney
The next day, I drove to Tom’s house, my mind a whirlwind of pros and cons. When I arrived, Margaret answered the door. She was striking, with big green eyes and deep copper hair, a stark contrast to my more subdued appearance. Despite the bizarre nature of our meeting, she greeted me with a warm, genuine smile that surprisingly eased my tension.
Margaret | Source: Midjourney
“We’re so grateful you’re considering this,” she said as we sat down. Margaret shared their struggles and her hopes for the future. As she spoke, I couldn’t help but feel a connection to her—her vulnerability, her strength.
It was disarming, and confusingly, I felt something stir inside me when I looked at her, a feeling I briskly pushed aside, reminding myself that I had never been attracted to a woman before.
Julia shocked to see Margaret | Source: Midjourney
As we talked, the dynamics between us shifted gradually. They were both fully open about what the process would entail and committed to supporting me every step of the way. Seeing their unity and hearing their story, I felt a surge of unexpected solidarity. Perhaps, I thought, this could be a way to heal old wounds and build something new.
Julia connects to Margaret | Source: Midjourney
After hours of discussion, I finally agreed. “I’ll do it,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt. Margaret’s face lit up with a mix of relief and joy, and even Tom seemed deeply moved. They assured me of their support and respect through whatever was to come.
Happy Tom and Margaret | Source: Midjourney
Driving home, I felt a complex mix of emotions—apprehension, curiosity, and a nascent sense of camaraderie with Margaret. Had anyone told me a year ago that I would agree to such a proposal, I would have laughed.
But here I was, embarking on a journey that was as unexpected as it was profound. The road ahead was uncertain, but something inside me knew this was the right path, not just for them, but perhaps for me as well.
Julia drives home | Source: Midjourney
The journey through surrogacy was more than just a physical experience; it became a voyage of emotional growth and deepening connections. Being pregnant again was daunting, yet the experience was uniquely different this time around, mainly due to the unexpected yet profound friendship that developed between Margaret and me.
Julia and Margaret reading a book | Source: Midjourney
Margaret was more than just supportive; she became a close friend. We started spending a lot of time together, sharing not just the details of the pregnancy but also parts of our lives. She introduced me to her book club, a group of vibrant women who gathered monthly to discuss literature over wine and snacks.
Margaret’s book club | Source: Midjourney
Meanwhile, I brought her to my kickboxing classes, where she quickly picked up the moves, her energy and enthusiasm matching mine. These activities weren’t just pastimes; they were the threads that wove our lives closer together.
As my belly grew, so did our bond. Margaret was there for every doctor’s appointment, her hand often squeezing mine during the scans, her eyes wide with wonder each time she heard the baby’s heartbeat.
Margaret learns kickboxing | Source: Midjourney
We shared many moments that bordered on intimacy, like when she’d rest her head against my shoulder during movie nights, or when our hands would linger together a little too long, brushing away tears during a particularly moving book club discussion.
These moments were new and filled with a confusing blend of emotions. They were gentle but charged, leaving both of us occasionally blushing and hurriedly shifting the conversation.
Julia and Margaret share an intimate moment | Source: Midjourney
As the due date approached, the reality of what we were about to experience hit us. Labor began in the early hours of a chilly morning, and it was Margaret who drove me to the hospital, her presence a calming force amidst the intensity of contractions.
She was right there, holding my hand, coaching me through the breathing exercises we had laughed about needing to remember during our prenatal classes.
Two women squeezing their hands | Source: Midjourney
The birth was intense and emotional. When the nurse handed the newborn to Margaret, her immediate joy was palpable. She held the baby with such tenderness and love, a sight that I will never forget.
But it was the moment she turned to me with tears streaming down her face, the baby in her arms, and whispered, “Thank you, Julia, for everything,” that I felt a profound shift in our relationship. It was a moment of pure connection, overshadowed only by the sudden change in Tom’s demeanor.
Margaret hold her baby for the first time | Source: Midjourney
Tom’s voice broke through the emotional high, his tone sharp as he asked Margaret to step outside. The air shifted, and the warmth we’d nurtured over the months suddenly cooled by his unexpected anger.
Margaret glanced at me, confusion and hurt in her eyes before she followed him out. After that, she disappeared for days, not responding to my texts or calls, leaving me worried and bewildered.
Furious Tom | Source: Midjourney
The silence from her side was painful. I was left alone with my thoughts, my emotions a tangled mess of joy for the life I’d helped bring into the world and sorrow for the rift it seemed to have caused.
The complexity of our relationship, the boundaries we had perhaps unknowingly blurred, now lay bare, challenging the foundation of what we had built. As I lay in the hospital bed, recovering and reflecting, I realized that the journey we had embarked on together was far from over, and its destination was still unknown.
Sad Julia in hospital bed | Source: Midjourney
Months had passed since the birth and the sudden, painful void left by Margaret’s absence. Each day I felt the echo of our laughter in the empty spaces of my home, the silence amplifying the loss.
The more time that passed, the more I came to realize that the ache in my heart wasn’t just from a friendship paused—it was the realization that I had fallen in love with her.
Julia mourns her relationship | Source: Midjourney
It was a chilly evening, rain tapping softly against the windows, a perfect mirror to my mood, when there was a knock at the door. Peering through the peephole, my breath caught in my throat. Margaret stood there, soaked to the skin, her eyes earnest and desperate. I swung the door open, unable to speak.
Margaret came to see Julia | Source: Midjourney
“Julia, I need to talk to you,” she said, her voice trembling. We sat down on the couch, and she took a deep breath. “These past months have been agony. I’ve missed you more than I thought possible,” she confessed, her gaze locked with mine. “And I’ve realized that I… I love you, Julia. Not just as a friend, but something much deeper, something I can’t ignore anymore.”
Julia and Margaret finally together | Source: Midjourney
Hearing her words, something inside me broke free. The walls I had built to guard my heart crumbled. I reached for her hand, tears mirroring hers. “I love you too, Margaret,” I whispered. It was a confession, a release, and a beginning all at once.
Divorce papers served | Source: Midjourney
In the weeks that followed, Margaret ended her marriage with Tom. It was a decision fraught with its own set of challenges and pain, but one she needed to make for her happiness and integrity.
We took things slowly, allowing the reality of our new life together to settle. Our relationship blossomed not just from the seeds of friendship but from shared adversity and profound understanding.
Margaret and the children | Source: Midjourney
Looking back on the unexpected journey from being asked to be a surrogate to finding true love with Margaret, I am reminded of life’s unpredictable nature and the surprising paths our hearts can lead us down.
Margaret and Julia spend time together | Source: Midjourney
Love found me in the most unexpected form, through a connection forged in support and deep emotional bonds. Margaret and I have embarked on this new chapter together, cherishing the serendipity of our story, the resilience of our spirits, and the promise of a future crafted by courage and love.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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