My Wife Cheated While I Was Grieving My Brother's Death, Then Blamed Me for....

Watch this heartbreaking Reddit story unfold as a man shares the painful experience of his wife cheating on him while he was grieving his brother's death.
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My Wife Cheated While I Was Grieving My Brother's Death
My wife cheated on me while I was grieving my brother's death, then blamed me for neglecting her. Years later, I ran into her at a wedding, and she tried to reconcile. But I revealed the shocking truth about my new life.
I (32M) had been with my wife Teresa (30F) for eight years, married for four. We met during our sophomore year of college at a mutual friend's party. I was immediately drawn to her confident demeanor and quick wit. Teresa was studying business while I was pursuing engineering. We bonded over our shared love of outdoor activities and trying new cuisines. Our first date was a disaster-I forgot my wallet and spilled wine on her dress-but Teresa laughed it off, and we ended up having a great time walking around campus and talking for hours. From that moment, I knew she was special.
As we continued dating, I was impressed by Teresa's drive and ambition. She came from a working-class background and was determined to build a successful career. I admired how she balanced her studies with a part-time job and internships. Teresa pushed me to step out of my comfort zone, encouraging me to apply for competitive internships and leadership positions in student organizations. After graduation, we both landed good jobs in the city. Teresa started at a consulting firm while I joined an engineering company. We moved in together after a year and got engaged shortly after. Our wedding was a small, intimate affair with close friends and family. Teresa looked stunning in her simple white dress, and I remember feeling like the luckiest man alive.
The first few years of our marriage were amazing. We both advanced in our careers, allowing us to travel and enjoy life in the city. We had a great group of friends and often hosted dinner parties or game nights at our place. Teresa and I communicated well and rarely fought. When we did disagree, we always made an effort to listen to each other and find a compromise. One of the things I loved most about Teresa was her independence. We both valued our personal time and hobbies-Teresa was into yoga and painting, while I enjoyed playing basketball and tinkering with old cars. We supported each other's interests and maintained a healthy balance between couple time and individual pursuits.
Everything changed when my older brother Mason was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. Mason and I had always been incredibly close; he was more than just a brother-he was my best friend, my confidant, and my role model. Growing up, Mason always looked out for me. He taught me how to ride a bike, helped me with my homework, and gave me advice on everything from school to dating. When our parents divorced during my teenage years, Mason became my rock. He was in college at the time but would call me every day to check in, and he even came home on weekends to make sure I was okay. Mason was the one who encouraged me to apply to college and helped me move into my dorm. At my wedding, his best man speech had everyone in tears-happy ones, of course. Mason's diagnosis hit me like a truck. He had always been the picture of health-he ran marathons, ate well, and never smoked. It seemed so unfair. I remember sitting in the doctor's office with him and his wife, Sarah, feeling like the world was crumbling around us.