Though we were busy, my husband and I always prioritized attending family events. But over time, I began to feel a growing distance. What I eventually uncovered left me devastated.
Hi, I’m Emily. My husband, Alex, and I have been together for over a decade. He’s a hardworking and charismatic man, originally from China, and works in the tech industry—a field he’s always been passionate about.
Because I’m an accountant, between our demanding careers, it’s often hard to find time for family. However, we always made it a point to attend major family gatherings, especially during the holidays.
However, I recently began to notice that my family, particularly my cousins, seemed more distant. We used to be close, but now they barely reached out. I chalked it up to our busy schedules, but deep down, it felt like something else was going on.
I even brought it up to Alex during dinner one evening. “Do you think everyone’s still upset that we missed Thanksgiving last year?” I asked, trying to figure out the shift.
Alex looked up from his laptop. “I doubt it. We’ve missed gatherings before, and your mom always says people understand,” he reassured me. But his words didn’t ease my anxiety, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being left out.
A few months passed with this uncomfortable silence hanging between my family and me. No calls, no messages, nothing. It felt like being slowly erased from a picture I had always been a part of.
I confided in my mom, who brushed off my concerns. “Everyone knows how busy you and Alex are. It’s not a big deal,” she said. But the nagging feeling only grew stronger.
I was pushing my cart through the grocery store, mentally ticking off items from my shopping list when I literally bumped into someone rounding the corner. To my surprise, it was my Aunt Linda. Her arms were full of groceries, and her face lit up when she saw me. “Emily! It’s been so long!” she said, clearly happy to see me.
I was thrilled too. “Aunt Linda! We’ve missed you! How have you been?” But her smile faded as we hugged, and her tone shifted. “I’m doing alright, dear. I was just at a family gathering. It’s a shame you and Alex couldn’t make it.”
My heart sank. “A gathering? We didn’t even know there was one,” I said, confused. Aunt Linda hesitated before speaking again, her voice more serious this time. “Emily, can I ask you something?”
“Of course, Aunt Linda. What’s going on?”
She took a deep breath. “Is it true what I’ve heard? About you and Alex?”
I froze. “What have you heard?” I asked, my mind racing.
“Your mom told me you’ve been involved in some kind of con artist scheme, and that Alex is using his tech skills for it,” she said, her voice low and worried. “I didn’t want to believe it, but…”
I was completely sho::cked. “What? That’s not true at all!” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I knew I had to confront my parents immediately.
Later that day, I video-called them, my heart pounding. As soon as their faces appeared on the screen, I didn’t waste any time. “Why are you telling people we’re con artists? Aunt Linda just told me everything!” I said, struggling to keep my emotions in check.
My dad’s expression was unreadable. “Because that’s what you told us,” he said calmly, looking straight at the camera.
I was stunned. “I never said that!” I fired back, my frustration boiling over. “Why would you spread such a terrible lie?”
My mom, avoiding eye contact, left the room, leaving my dad to continue. His voice grew colder. “You must have forgotten,” he said dismissively, as though it were no big deal. Then he quickly tried to change the subject.
The conversation ended without any real answers. My parents continued to insist that I had somehow said those things, as if trying to downplay the seriousness of the situation. “No one thinks any less of you,” they added, as though that made it any better.
I hung up feeling hurt, confused, and betrayed. How could my own family believe such a thing? And worse, how could they think I would ever say that about myself and Alex?
