I Married My Childhood Friend – He Told Me His Family’s Secret on Our Wedding Night & It Almost Ruined My Life

After marrying my childhood sweetheart, I thought our happily ever after had finally begun. That was until he handed me a notebook filled with his mother’s secrets.

I didn’t expect to run into Michael that morning. I was just grabbing my usual coffee, walking down Main Street in our old hometown, when I spotted him. Tall, familiar, with a hint of gray in his hair, he was standing outside the coffee shop we used to go to after school.

A man with a book in a cafe | Source: Pexels

A man with a book in a cafe | Source: Pexels

“Michael?” I called out, almost in disbelief.

He turned, and for a second, he just stared. Then, a big grin spread across his face. “Is that really you?” he said, his voice warm, just like I remembered. “I never thought I’d see you around here again!”

“Same here!” I laughed. “What are the odds?”

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A couple holding hands on a date | Source: Pexels

We decided to grab coffee together, just like old times. Inside the shop, everything felt like it had back then. The old wood counters and the smell of fresh pastries. It was almost like time had rewound itself.

We chatted for hours that day, catching up on everything and nothing. We laughed over old stories, like the time we both got lost on a hike or how we’d leave each other notes in history class. The hours melted away.

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A couple on a date | Source: Midjourney

Coffee turned into lunch, lunch turned into long walks, and before we knew it, we were calling each other every day. There was something so easy, so natural about being around him.

A few months later, Michael proposed. It was simple, just him and me, sitting by the lake one evening.

“I don’t want to waste any more time,” he said, his voice steady but full of emotion. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. Will you marry me?”

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A marriage proposal | Source: Pexels

I didn’t hesitate for a second. “Yes,” I whispered, tears filling my eyes. Two months later, we tied the knot.

After the wedding, we drove to his family home, where we’d spent many afternoons as kids. The house hadn’t changed a bit. Even the wallpaper in the hallway was the same, and the old oak tree in the yard was still there.

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A small house | Source: Pexels

Later that evening, after I’d freshened up, I came back to find Michael sitting on the edge of the bed, looking… different. His usual easy smile was gone. He was holding a small, worn notebook in his hands.

“Michael?” I asked, sitting down beside him. “Is everything okay?”

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A nervous man | Source: Pexels

He didn’t look at me right away. His eyes were on the notebook, fingers tracing the edge. “There’s… something I need to tell you.”

The tone of his voice sent a chill down my spine. “What is it?”

He took a deep breath, finally meeting my gaze. “This notebook is my mom’s,” he said quietly. “She kept notes… about our family. About something she thought was important.”

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A worn notebook | Source: Pexels

“Okay…” I said slowly, not quite understanding.

He handed it to me, and I opened it. Pages and pages of neat, looping handwriting filled every page. “My family has this… belief,” he began. “A curse, actually. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but they believe it’s real.”

“A curse?” I asked, eyebrows raised, trying to hide my skepticism.

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A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

He nodded. “My mom says that any woman who marries into the family… is cursed with bad luck. Tragedy. Pain. It’s happened for generations, or so she says.”

I almost laughed but stopped myself when I saw the worry in his eyes. “Michael, you don’t really believe this, do you?”

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A worried man | Source: Pexels

He ran a hand through his hair, looking torn. “I don’t know. I’ve always told myself it’s just an old family superstition. But… I’ve seen things, you know? My dad’s marriage to my mom wasn’t exactly smooth. My uncle — well, let’s just say things ended badly for him, too.”

I took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Look, that doesn’t mean anything. Marriages are hard for a lot of people.”

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Woman holding a man’s hand | Source: Pexels

He gave a faint smile, but his eyes still looked troubled. “Maybe you’re right,” he said, though he didn’t sound convinced.

A week after the wedding, small misfortunes began to pile up. First, it was a flat tire right before we departed for our honeymoon, leaving us unable to drive anywhere.

“Just bad luck,” I told him, forcing a laugh.

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A flat tire | Source: Pexels

Back home, things took a strange turn. The business I’d spent years building started losing clients. A string of bad reviews appeared online, some from people I’d never even worked with. I tried everything to fix it, but nothing seemed to help. It felt like someone had cursed my work.

Then, someone broke into our house. Nothing important or valuable was stolen, but the psychological damage was done.

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A man picking a lock | Source: Freepik

Michael noticed, too. “You think this… this curse could be real?” he asked one night, his voice low.

“Of course not,” I replied quickly, though I was starting to doubt myself. “There has to be an explanation for all of this. Maybe it’s just… I don’t know… a phase.”

The turning point came just before Thanksgiving. Michael’s mother insisted we host the holiday at our home. We chatted on the phone about the menu, and she seemed in good spirits.

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A woman talking on her phone | Source: Pexels

After the call, I placed my phone down on the couch and picked up a book, settling in to read. But as I turned the page, I heard voices. The phone was still connected.

“Do you really think this curse nonsense is still working?” Michael’s father asked her, sounding exasperated.

Without thinking, I immediately pressed the record button.

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A serious woman on her phone | Source: Pexels

She laughed. “It works every time. Look at her! Her business is already struggling, and Michael is so wrapped up in worry he can hardly think straight. And I will put an end to this when I ruin her turkey.”

“Enough, Marianne,” he replied. “You’ve already scared off enough good women from our sons.”

“If they aren’t right for my boys, I’ll do what I have to,” she said, her tone cold. “I know what’s best for them.”

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Mature couple talking | Source: Pexels

My stomach turned. I ended the call, feeling numb, replaying her words in my mind. All those strange things — the flat tire, the bad reviews — they were her doing. There was no curse. It was all a lie, a twisted trick to control her sons and their wives.

That night, I sat across from Michael, clutching my phone with trembling hands. “Michael,” I began, “there’s something I need you to hear.”

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A woman talking to her husband | Source: Freepik

He looked at me, his brows knitted in concern. “What’s wrong?”

I pressed play, and his mother’s voice filled the room.

Michael looked stunned, his eyes darting from the phone to me as he tried to process what he’d heard. “This… this has to be a mistake,” he stammered, the disbelief thick in his voice. “She wouldn’t… my mother would never—”

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A shocked man looking at his phone | Source: Pexels

I took his hand. “Michael, I overheard the whole thing. She’s been trying to break us apart.”

Finally, he looked at me, his face set with determination. “I need to hear it from her. I need to hear the truth, from both of them.”

We arrived at his parents’ house late that night. Michael’s father opened the door, looking surprised to see us. “Michael, is everything alright?”

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A surprised man | Source: Pexels

Michael pushed past him, his face pale with anger. “Where’s Mom?”

His father’s face fell, and he took a step back. “Michael, please, calm down.”

“I am calm,” he said, his voice strained. “But I need answers, Dad.”

Marianne looked taken aback, her eyes flicking to her husband, who wouldn’t meet her gaze. “What are you talking about?”

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A surprised elderly woman | Source: Pexels

Michael held up my phone. “I heard you, Mom. You and Dad, talking about the curse. Talking about how you’ve been… interfering. Scaring off women, making them think they’re cursed.”

Her face went from feigned confusion to a hard, calculating expression. “Michael, I don’t know what you think you heard, but—”

“You know what you said, Marianne,” his father interrupted quietly, stepping forward. “There’s no point denying it.”

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An angry elderly man | Source: Pexels

She whirled on him, her eyes flashing. “Don’t you dare!”

“Don’t I dare?” His father shook his head, looking tired and worn down. “I’ve kept my mouth shut for years. Watched you chase off every woman Michael or his brothers ever loved. Watched you lie, sabotage, play with people’s lives just because you thought you knew what was best. It’s gone on long enough.”

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An elderly couple arguing | Source: Midjourney

Michael’s face crumpled as he looked from his father to his mother. “So it’s true?” he whispered. “All of it?”

Tears began streaming down her face. “I did it because I love you, Michael.”

He took a step back, shaking his head. “This isn’t love. This is control.”

A heavy silence fell over the room. His father spoke next, his voice weary. “Michael, I’ve tried to reason with her, believe me. But she’s… she believes she’s doing the right thing.”

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A frustrated elderly man | Source: Pexels

Michael turned to his father, his voice full of hurt. “And you let her do this? All these years?”

His father looked down. “I was afraid of losing my family. I thought maybe one day, she’d stop. That you’d be strong enough to… break free from it.”

Michael turned silent. Taking my hand, he led me to the door. Outside, he looked up at the stars, his shoulders slumped in defeat. He glanced over at me, his voice barely a whisper. “I’m so sorry. For all of it.”

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A sad man looking at the skies | Source: Pexels

I squeezed his hand. “We’re free now, Michael. That’s all that matters.”

But as we walked to the car, I felt the weight of the past, the sadness of a family broken by secrets and a mother’s misguided attempts at love. Michael’s heart would take time to heal, but we were leaving the curse and his mother behind.

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Holding hands | Source: Pexels

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There’s One Method of Healing Trauma That Prince Harry Uses, and Here’s How to Practice It

Prince Harry recently opened up about his journey with post-traumatic stress disorder following the loss of his mother, Princess Diana. In a candid discussion, he revealed his exploration of a groundbreaking therapy that helped him.

The therapy is called eye movement desensitization and reprocessing (EMDR) to address the debilitating effects of his anxiety attacks. This revelation offers a glimpse into the royal’s personal struggles and his proactive approach towards mental health care, shedding light on the significance of seeking innovative treatments of traumas.

In a video, Prince Harry can be seen undergoing EMDR therapy, where he taps his shoulders and moves his eyes rapidly. This therapy is relatively new and is used to treat PTSD. Prince Harry shared that he decided to try EMDR to deal with severe anxiety attacks he was experiencing.

Prince Harry mentioned that he was open to trying EMDR because of the therapy and work he had done over the years.

During a therapy session with UK-based psychotherapist Sanja Oakley, Prince Harry demonstrated how EMDR helped him feel better about returning home. He described feeling scared and helpless before, but the therapy helped him cope with those feelings.

Prince Harry’s openness about his experience with EMDR therapy sheds light on alternative treatments for post-traumatic disorder and mental health struggles. It shows that seeking help and trying different therapies can make a difference in managing mental health conditions.

EMDR is a therapy made in 1987 to help with emotional traumas. It’s a structured therapy where you think about a tough memory while moving your eyes back and forth. This helps lessen the strong feelings tied to the memory.

EMDR works on a theory called Adaptive Information Processing (AIP). It says that trauma sticks around because it hasn’t been dealt with properly. So, when something reminds you of the trauma, those memories can come back strongly.

Unlike other therapies that try to lessen your reaction to trauma, EMDR tries to change how your brain stores those tough memories. Sometimes, instead of eye movements, you might listen to alternating tones. Usually, EMDR happens once or twice a week for about six to 12 sessions. But it can vary depending on the person.

Benefits of EMDR therapy

  • EMDR is a structured therapy and usually needs fewer sessions than ongoing therapies.
  • You don’t have to keep going back to the tough memory for a long time.
  • You don’t have to talk a lot about what happened to you.
  • There’s no homework to do.
  • EMDR doesn’t try to change your thoughts and beliefs.

Disadvantages of EMDR therapy

  • While EMDR is known to help with PTSD, it hasn’t been studied as much for other mood or mental health problems.
  • If you’re avoiding talking about a tough event, EMDR might not be the best choice. Other types of talk therapy might work better.
  • EMDR can sometimes make you feel worse at the start of treatment. The person who created EMDR warns that this could be dangerous for people who have gone through really tough things.

The process of EMDR

EMDR is a structured process with eight phases, each aimed at helping you deal with traumatic memories:

  1. History taking: Discuss your past with the therapist to identify which memories to focus on.
  2. Preparation: Learn about EMDR and how the therapist will use bilateral stimulation.
  3. Assessment: Identify your negative and positive beliefs related to the trauma.
  4. Desensitization: Use bilateral stimulation while recalling the memory.
  5. Installation: Focus on positive beliefs while processing the memory.
  6. Body scan: Talk about how you feel emotionally and physically.
  7. Closure: Prepare for what may happen between sessions.
  8. Reevaluation: Assess your progress and decide if more sessions are needed.

As you go through EMDR, you may start feeling less overwhelmed by the trauma. It’s normal for other painful memories to surface, indicating that suppressed memories are being processed.

When grappling with deep emotional traumas, it’s crucial to seek out specialists who can provide the appropriate form of treatment tailored to your needs. Whether it’s EMDR therapy or other therapeutic approaches, finding the right professional can make a significant difference in your healing journey.

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