A woman named Lisa Wagstaff has narrated how boyfriend cheated and dumped her with her mother. The 31-year-old mum-of-three from Gosport was devastated when her mum Angie – who she thought of as her best friend – told her she was leaving her dad after 30 years of marriage for another man.
But when she did some digging, she discovered a grim secret that would tear her family apart. Here’s her full story: Struggling through the door with the weekly food shop, I breathed a sigh of relief when my mum popped the kettle on. “Thanks Mum,” I smiled, setting the carrier bags on the floor. My mum, Angie, and I were thick as thieves and spent nearly every day together. A single mum of three children and with another baby on the way, I needed all the help I could get. Mum was always popping over, lending a hand where she could – and this particular night in 2014 she was babysitting for me as I had a date. After meeting Sam through a mutual friend a few nights earlier, we’d hit it off right away – and when I met him for a drink I was quickly smitten. But there was one thing I had to tell him. “I’m pregnant,” I nervously explained. I expected Sam to freak out and run a mile, but he didn’t mind at all. If anything, he seemed excited.
Funny and charming, Sam was everything I’d hoped for in a man. And after just a week of dating, I decided it was time for Mum to meet him. A knot tightened in my stomach as my mum fired questions at my new man. “I like him,” she said when Sam was out of earshot. I was ecstatic. Mum’s approval meant a lot to me and when Sam showed he was brilliant with my kids too, we moved in together just three weeks later. Sam was my rock as my baby bump grew and when my son was born in 2015, Sam insisted on his name being on the birth certificate. “I want to be his dad officially,” he said. “Are you sure?” I asked. I knew Sam would make a great dad – he doted on my three older kids – but I didn’t want him to feel pressured into taking parental responsibility. “Of course I’m sure, you’re my family,” he gushed. It was the commitment I’d always longed for. Over the next three years, life was bliss. Sam was the perfect father and partner, and best of all, he got on with my mum like a house on fire. Mum and I had always been inseparable and when we began hanging out as a threesome, I was delighted. When I noticed Sam messaging Mum while we were on a romantic holiday together in Greece in September 2017, I thought nothing of it. “She says the kids are fine,” Sam told me. I felt so lucky, and when we returned home I couldn’t thank Mum enough for giving us a break. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I said, giving her a hug. But just weeks later, Mum dropped a bombshell. “I’m leaving your dad,” she told me. “I’ve met someone else.”
I couldn’t believe it. Mum and Dad had been married for 30 years and her announcement had come completely out of the blue. Mum and I were best friends. I couldn’t believe she hadn’t said something sooner. I pressed her but she clammed up and wouldn’t say a word. “It doesn’t matter who he is,” she blurted. I was heartbroken. My mum was tearing our family apart and I didn’t know why. Shocked and hurt, I turned to Sam for comfort. “Can you believe she’s leaving Dad?” I sobbed. “I just didn’t see it coming.” But Sam barely batted an eyelid. “It’s her life,” he shrugged, pulling away from me. I was stunned. Sam loved my parents almost as much as I did. I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t more concerned. The whole thing didn’t add up. So, determined to discover the truth about Mum’s mystery man, I turned detective. As I logged into Mum’s Facebook account in search of clues, I felt awful. But I had to find out the truth. Nothing could have prepared me for what I found. As I clicked into Mum’s messages, I felt the bile rise in my throat. “I love you,” Mum had typed… to Sam!
I felt sick as I scrolled through the messages between my mum and my boyfriend of three years. Mum and Sam had been having a sordid affair behind my back for months. Mum had even sent Sam filthy pictures while we’d been on our romantic holiday in Greece just weeks earlier. She’d taken them in my house, while babysitting my kids. Sick. The depth of their betrayal was almost too much to bear. How could they? I was furious when I confronted Sam, but the rat denied everything. “You’re crazy!” he yelled. But when I showed him the filthy messages between them, the colour drained from his face. “It’s not true,” he stammered, even in the face of the evidence. But I’d seen it all in black and white. “You need to leave,” I demanded. “It’s over.” Tears streamed down my cheeks as Sam packed his bags. I couldn’t believe his betrayal. Later I sobbed down the phone to Mum. “How could you?” I wept.
She denied it, but I told her I wanted nothing more to do with her. After everything they put me through, I felt I at least deserved the truth. Just days later, my mum left my devastated dad and the deceitful duo moved 120 miles to be together openly. I felt humiliated as I told my children why their gran and dad were no longer around. I could barely find the words. My poor kids’ world had been shattered and I couldn’t believe how easily Sam and Mum had thrown that all away. My heart broke for Dad too, but I was determined to stay strong and keep us together. Now, a year on, Mum and Sam are still together. As far as I’m concerned, they’re welcome to each other. I’m moving on with my life and have even met someone new but I’ll never forget their betrayal.
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