TIFU by having my two year anniversary.

My fiancee has had her (younger) sister and her sister's boyfriend over for like the past three days. I welcomed them into my home and gave them a place to stay so the sisters could be together for the younger sister's birthday. We bought and cooked all her favorite meals, did whatever she wanted all day, and made her feel welcome. Yesterday my fiancee and I got into an argument about putting our daughter down for a nap, of all stupid tucking things to possibly argue about. I left the house a little while later with the sister's boyfriend. Figuring it was two men and I would be safe to speak (because I damn sure never rat out a man for venting), I said I was tired of the bullshit and I was mad about what had just transpired.

Fast forward to getting home from the gym last night. I come home with ample time to spend time with my family before work and just get the cold shoulder. I go about my business and leave for work.

I text her at midnight, a long message about how much I love her all the time even when we bicker and how I can't wait to see her and cook a special meal for her and spend time with her. I even tell her I'm skipping the gym!

Fast forward to this morning. I worked all night until 7AM. Get home around 7:30 and wake her up to say "happy anniversary, I love you" and she looks at me and says "ok". I lay down to fall asleep and she starts packing bags. I ask wtf is the deal and she informs me that her sister's boyfriend told her everything I said! Furthermore, her sister and her sister's boyfriend fed her a bunch of other shit about "negative and nasty things" I had apparently said about her all week. Here's the kicker: they're both fucking 19 years old!

So on my two year anniversary, my fiancee took my daughter and left to go see her family "for a while" based on the statements of two fucking teenagers who quite honestly have a broken relationship themselves. Unreal.

Well, guess it's time to eat my preworkout meal.