had my mom make all the food, found the waitstaff, the venue, made and set up all the decorations, all for FREE. A month later, the coworker got pregnant and left the job. She has not texted me once.I was visiting Rome with my family when I was around 10–11 years old. My dad gave me around 20 euros to buy whatever my little kid self wanted. I saw a homeless man with what looked like amputated legs (he had bandages on them, stained and soiled). So, I gave him my money with a smile, and he stands up, exposing his legs he was hiding among the blankets and bags, and walks off. I was in awe.At a gas station, a man in his early 30s — same age as me — came up to me and complimented my tattoos. We talked for 3 minutes about tattoos, and he asked me if I would buy him some snacks when I went to pay for my gas. I usually say no and am always friendly, but today I felt charitable. I came out with some Chili flavored Fritos, but he wanted the classic flavored ones and demanded I go back and exchange them. I told him I didn’t get a receipt from the cashier, pumped my gas, and took off with a quick goodbye.
I was a Starbucks barista before the whole “names on cups” thing was big. This very cute guy came in maybe 4–6 times a week. A little often, but nothing out of the ordinary. I flirted like mad. He flirted back. It was all great. Then he comes in with his fiancée. I was betrayed and treated him coldly from then on. Two of them come together a month later, and I find out they are twins. I’d shoot down any chance I had with the single one.My brother, whom we’ll call Steve, had a fiancée named Samantha, and they have a son together. One day, Samantha started locking her phone, coming home later, showing all the usual signs of a cheater. Then, one weekend, she said she was going to a work event about 250 miles away and would be staying in a motel there. Steve grew suspicious and decided to call the room late at night, around 1 am. A guy answered—it was our other brother…I worked as a manager at a grocery store in a fairly middle-class neighborhood. One day, as I was closing the store and leaving for the night, I saw a guy who was stranded because his car battery died. He noticed me leaving and asked for help, so I told him I’d pull my car over and give him a jump. As I got the jumper cables from my trunk, someone jumped into my car and drove off. The guy then started his car and left too.One of my best friends started dating a guy who claimed to be from South Africa. About six months later, we discovered that he wasn’t actually South African at all. He had been faking the accent and inventing a whole backstory. It turned out he was American and had grown up just a couple of towns over. Despite this revelation, she stayed with him for a while.I told a client about a guy I met where I spent my Summers. He was a real piece of work who had a bad reputation in town because he was caught cheating on his wife more than once and flashed money around like he was rich. He blew all his money trying to develop some property and now ran out of businesses in town who would work with him. She asked his name. It was her fiancé. So now I’m on the phone with my client, who is crying because she was planning her wedding to a guy with no money but a wife.When a good friend of mine, whom I worked under, was diagnosed with a serious disease and couldn’t pay some bills, I loaned her $200 just to help. I was only 18 at the time and felt bad because she had kids. It was right around the holidays, and I just wanted to help. She promised to pay me back when she could. Turns out she lied about having cancer, was stealing from the company I worked at, scammed my other coworkers, and would come in after calling out of work for her chemo to make fraudulent returns while I was overseeing the store by myself because of her calling out.Right after high school graduation, I met a girl with the same name as my mother — Jacqueline, for the record. We were both born and raised in the same mid-sized city. I didn’t think much of it beyond the obvious, “Oh, that’s a completely
coincidental happenstance!” Fast-forward two or three months, she and I are dating. I meet her parents, and her dad “swears” he’s met me before. A few weeks later, I visited Jacqueline at work and was greeted with the following: “So, I know why my dad thinks you look familiar. He dated your mom in high school, then named his daughter after her.”A friend of mine was having trouble with her boyfriend. Since I was barely using my flat at that time, I offered her to stay for a few days to get some distance and work things out. She took the opportunity and cheated on her boyfriend with a mutual friend of ours. Then she involved me in the drama after it got out. She didn’t even have the decency to wash the bed sheets.My neighbors were a happy couple until they welcomed their baby girl. To everyone’s shock, the baby had dark skin, unlike her blonde, blue-eyed parents. The dad was furious and accused his wife of infidelity, since both their families were of Scandinavian descent and only had blonde children for generations. She swore the child was his, but he made her life hell and eventually left them. Seven years later, we were dumbfounded when he came back, begging her to take him back. The disturbing reality was that this man had destroyed his beautiful family over nothing. His brother had also had a brown-haired child, prompting them to do a DNA test. They discovered their great-grandfather was of African descent, explaining the baby’s traits. The couple never reconciled, but the truth proved the mother was faithful all along. The mystery of genetics had unraveled their lives.Life has a knack for surprising us, and unfortunately, not all surprises are pleasant. In this article, you’ll discover stories of people who stumbled upon devastating truths that completely overturned their lives.