When Judy discovers that her teenage son has been stealing and using his grandmother’s money to satisfy his gaming addiction, she has no choice but to teach him a lesson that he will never forget.
I’ve always heard about there being one child in every family who just goes overboard and does stupid things.
I didn’t expect my son to be that child in our family.
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My teenage son, Brandon, like most teenage boys his age, had gotten into gaming. And whenever a new game came out, he would get obsessed over it and watch the trailers, begging me to buy it.
“It’s ridiculous, Brandon,” I would say firmly. “I’m not giving you money for stupid games.”
But he was as persistent as they came. And when the latest version of his favorite game came out, he would whine and plead daily.
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“Please, Mom,” he would ask at every opportunity. “Please, just this game and I won’t ask for anything else.”
“Brandon, I’ve already said no,” I would say. “Please, stop nagging. This discussion is over.”
Then, a week ago, the whining stopped. Brandon retreated to his room and was stuck behind his computer again, talk of the game long forgotten.
I was relieved, thinking that he had finally moved past this phase.
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“I don’t know how else to tell him that we cannot spend money on video games,” I told my husband, Liam.
“I know,” he agreed. “It’s time that Brandon realizes that there’s more to life than just sitting behind a computer. And if he insists on it, then it’s time to get a part-time job to pay for his games.”
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Everything seemed fine as we settled back into our routine.
Until I received a panicked call from my mom.
“My savings for the funeral! They disappeared!” Her voice trembled with fear and confusion. “Judy, they’re gone!”
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Now, I should probably explain this part:
My mother is as eccentric as they come. And for the past three years, she has gotten it into her head that she needs to save up for her funeral. She’s healthy as can be, but it’s something that she does as a comfort.
“It’s not my fault, Judy,” she would say. “Some of my friends are passing away now, and I have to be prepared, too.”
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She would pick up her paintbrushes and splash wet paint all over her studio as she spoke.
“And it’s okay if you think I’m crazy, darling,” she would continue. “But at the end of the day, I have to do what gives me peace of mind.”
Since then, my mother had been putting away money each month.
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“Where are you storing it, Mom?” I asked her one day. “Please tell me that you have a separate bank account.”
“No, Judy,” she replied, her eyes wide. “Then we definitely won’t get it out in time for you to use for my funeral. No, it’s in a little wooden box under my bed.”
“That’s not safe, Mom,” I replied. “Anyone could get to it!”
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“My neighborhood is safe, darling,” she said. “Don’t you worry about that. I just need you to know where it is when you need it. You know, when the time comes.”
Little did I know, my son had heard this entire conversation.
“Calm down, Mom. I’m sure that there’s an explanation for this,” I said, trying to soothe her.
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It took hours to calm her down, and every time I thought she was okay, she would burst into tears all over again.
“I should have listened to you, Judy,” she cried. “Keeping the money lying around was a very stupid thing to do.”
But as I hung up, I knew two things: who was at fault and what I was going to do.
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A week earlier, Liam and I had gone away for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary, and we had left Brandon with my mother.
He had been present when my mother and I had the conversation about her savings and the little wooden box that held it.
I could remember him sitting at her kitchen table, eating the cookies she had made for him, and listening intently to the conversation.
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“Gran is really worried about dying?” he asked me in the car.
“It’s normal for her to be worried,” I replied.
Now, I pieced together the story quickly. Brandon must have thought that my mother wouldn’t notice the missing money. Or maybe he did, but he didn’t care about the consequences.
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All he had wanted was to satisfy his gaming obsession.
“Brandon, do you know anything about Grandma’s missing money?” I asked him later that evening as we cooked dinner together.
My son’s face paled in front of me.
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“No, why would I know anything about that?” he replied, a little too quickly. “Gran didn’t tell me.”
By that point, I was certain that it was him. His tone was all off, and I had offered him a chance to confess.
The following weekend, he begged to spend the night at my mother’s house.
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“Please, Mom,” he said. “I’m sure Gran isn’t feeling too safe at the moment.”
I allowed it, thinking that he’d try to sneak the money back.
And sure enough, when I went to pick him up, my mother opened the door beaming.
“You’ll never guess what!” she said, pulling me into a tight hug.
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“What happened?” I asked, curiosity taking over me.
“Last night, after Brandon and I had dinner, he asked me about the money and said that he wanted to check my room,” she said.
“Oh, he said that, huh?” I asked.
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“Yes! And he found it! He said that I must have misplaced it, and I guess that maybe I did. Most of it is there, except for about $100, but I could have used that on my nails last week for all I know.”
“I’m glad you found it, Mom,” I said earnestly, but inside, I was seething.
The plan was simple. I texted Liam and told him everything, asking him to call for a family meeting later that evening. We needed to teach Brandon a lesson that he wouldn’t forget any time soon.
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After dinner, Liam stood up.
“We need to have a family meeting now,” he said. “It’s important. Don’t worry about the dishes, love, we can do it later.”
Brandon and I followed Liam into the living room and we sat down.
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“Brandon, Gran told me about you finding her money last night. Her memory seems to be going, doesn’t it? Maybe we should consider a nursing home?”
Liam nodded his head slowly.
“Look, Judy, I know that it’s painful to think about. But maybe that will be the best thing, if she’s worried about her memory.”
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“What? No! She’s fine!” Brandon protested, his eyes wide with panic.
“Well, she’s lost her money once. What if it’s her keys or she forgets to take her medication or put the stove off?” my husband added, playing his part perfectly.
My son’s face turned a deep shade of red.
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“She didn’t lose the money! It was there all along!” he said.
“So, you’re saying that Grandma’s lying?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, I’m saying that maybe she’s just confused,” he said, squirming in his seat.
“If she’s that confused, then maybe a nursing home is best,” I replied.
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“I’ll make some calls tomorrow,” my husband said.
Finally, Brandon’s façade crumbled.
“Okay, okay! I took the money! I’m sorry! But I just wanted to buy my game. I didn’t think that it would cause so much trouble.”
We let him sit in silence for a moment, the weight of his confession hanging in the air.
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“Brandon, stealing is wrong. And lying about it makes it worse,” I said softly. “You’re going to have to make this right.”
“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. I’ll get a summer job and pay Grandma back. I promise.”
“That’s a start,” I said. “But you also need to apologize to Grandma. And you’re going to tell her the truth. Not me. And you’re grounded from using your computer until you’ve paid back every cent. Do you understand?”
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Brandon nodded, tears streaming down his face.
“I will, I promise. I’ll get a job at the ice cream place and I’ll make everything right.”
Of course, he had no other choice.
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My Kids Listed My House on Airbnb While I Was in the Hospital — I Found a Way to Teach Them a Lesson
Mariah had been feeling less than healthy lately, causing her to admit herself to the hospital so that she could have a check-up. But in her absence, her children decided to rent out her house as an Airbnb, ready to pocket the money for themselves. When Mariah found out, she decided to teach them a lesson.
“I want you to tell Denise to book it,” I said. “But they’ll recognize that it’s her, so she’s probably going to need to create a new account. Do you think she’ll be okay with that?”
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“Of course, she will!” Liz said. “Anything for you. But then what?”
“I’m getting discharged tomorrow,” I said. “But the kids think that I’ll be here until the end of the week. So, let them think that they’re going to make some money off the place.”
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“You want Denise to rent the place, but you want to mess it up?” Liz chuckled. “That’s devious.”
“No, my children are devious,” I said.
I hung up the call, and the nurse brought my lunch to me, ready to leave me alone to eat while she did her rounds.
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My Stepmother Secretly Gave Me a Towel – My Dad’s Reaction When He Saw It in My Bathroom Flabbergasted Me
My stepmother and I never got along for some reason. But when she gave me an unexpected gift, I thought our relationship was changing. Then I discovered the truth about the present and had to confront her! Little did I know that the innocent gift would lead to a new life!
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My tale is about learning to understand each other, even if it’s someone you don’t quite click with. But before we get to that lesson, buckle up as I give you all the juicy details of how I got here.
My stepmother, Judy, and I had always had a rocky relationship. We were too different and never really saw eye to eye. Our connection never felt genuine, so we were never close. Despite our differences, I couldn’t deny that she made my father, Steve, happy after my mother’s passing.
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His contentment was something I valued deeply. Here’s where my story starts getting interesting. One afternoon, while I was visiting my dad and stepmom, the latter did something unexpected. While Judy and I were alone in the house, she surprised me by handing me a towel.
It was a simple gesture, but it caught me off guard. The towel was soft, with delicate embroidery of daisies, which I had always loved. I accepted it politely, hoping it was a step toward bridging the gap between us.
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“Thanks, Judy,” I said, trying to sound sincere. “It’s really nice.” My stepmother smiled awkwardly. “I thought you might like it. Just a little something.” I nodded and placed the towel in my bathroom later that day, feeling a strange mix of emotions.
I wanted to believe Judy was making an effort to connect with me, but a part of me remained skeptical. Yet, I brushed the feeling off, wanting to build a healthier and happier relationship with the woman my father loved.
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A week later, my father came over to my place to fix a leaky faucet. He had always been the go-to handyman in my life, and I appreciated his willingness to help. As he walked into the bathroom, he spotted the towel hanging there.
His expression instantly shifted from neutral to one of intense disgust! Without saying a word, he grabbed the towel, marched to the kitchen, and threw it into the trash can with force!
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“Dad, what’s going on? Why did you do that?” I asked, completely taken aback and confused by his reaction. “Sweetheart, I hope you haven’t used that towel yet because it…” He paused struggling to find the right words.
“Because it belonged to our old dog!” he finally blurted out, his voice a mix of anger and revulsion. I stared at him, trying to process what he had said. “Wait, what? OUR old dog? You mean Buster, the one that passed away years ago?” I asked, feeling a wave of confusion and a bit of disgust.
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“Yes,” my father confirmed, looking at me with concern and seriousness. “But Judy gave it to me as a gift!?” I exclaimed in confusion. “Judy must have found it while cleaning out the attic,” he speculated.
“I guess she didn’t realize what it was, but it’s not something you want to be using.” A shiver ran down my spine, and I felt a surge of nausea. The thought of using a towel that had been used on our old dog was REVOLTING!
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Now it made sense why I was uneasy and a bit skeptical about the sudden gift. Later that day, I decided to confront Judy about the towel. I needed to understand her reasoning. “Judy, why did you give me that towel?” I asked, my voice steady but curious.
She sighed, looking a bit embarrassed. “When I found that towel in the attic, it looked almost new,” she started explaining. “I thought it would be a nice gesture to give it to you, to save money and maybe try to bond with you.”
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She continued, “I didn’t tell your father because I didn’t want him to think I was being cheap again.” I nodded, recalling how my dad often complained about her thriftiness. It was a habit she developed from growing up in poverty.
“You know how he ALWAYS gets upset about my frugality.” It was true, I’d seen how my stepmother rarely bought anything new. This was a woman who’d wear her clothes until they were threadbare before she could even THINK about buying something new!
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“I had no idea it was Buster’s,” she continued, her voice tinged with genuine regret. “It looked like it had only been used a few times, so I thought it would be fine.” Looking at the floor she said, “I’m REALLY sorry for the mistake.”
I could see the sincerity in her eyes, but I still felt a mix of emotions. The truth was I was still disturbed by the idea of using a dog towel. But, I also understood her intentions and the challenges she faced due to her upbringing.
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“It’s fine,” I said, brushing her arm, trying to reassure her. “I appreciate that you were trying to connect with me. Maybe next time, we should find a DIFFERENT way to bond?” I replied, trying to lighten the mood.
She smiled, relieved by my positive response. “Yes, of course! I promise to be more careful in the future.” Leaving my dad’s home, I felt a deeper understanding of my stepmom and her past.
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The incident, though awkward and unsettling, brought a new layer of connection between us. It catalyzed healing, and our relationship began to improve after that. We started spending time together, finding common ground in activities we both enjoyed.
One evening, Judy invited me over for dinner. She had cooked all my favorite dishes: chicken Alfredo, garlic bread, and even a homemade chocolate cake. “Wow, Judy, this looks AMAZING,” I said, touched by the effort she had put into the meal.
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It was obvious that she’d spoken to my dad, wanting to know what my favorite food was. “I just wanted to do something special for you,” she replied with a shy smile. “After the towel incident, I realized we never spent much time together.”
As we sat down to eat, we started talking about our lives. My stepmother shared stories from her childhood. She explained how her mother had instilled in her the value of frugality. Judy told me about her dreams and the obstacles she faced in her upbringing.
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“I know your father judges my behavior,” she said. “But it’s hard to shake off those habits. They were INGRAINED in me from a young age.” I nodded, understanding her perspective better. “I get it, Judy. We all have things from our past that shape who we are. It’s not always easy to change.”
Our conversation flowed naturally, and for the first time, I felt like I was getting to know Judy. She wasn’t just my stepmother; she was a person with her own history and challenges. After that dinner, Judy and I started spending even more time together.
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We went shopping, cooked meals, and even took a few day trips to explore nearby towns! Each time we hung out, I learned something new about her, and our relationship slowly began to shift.
My father was THRILLED, to say the least! One sunny Saturday, we decided to tackle a DIY project together. My dad had mentioned wanting to build a small garden in the backyard. Judy thought it would be a great way for us to bond further.
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As we worked on the garden, planting flowers and setting up a small fountain, we chatted about EVERYTHING. We tackled favorite movies to life goals. I discovered that my stepmother had ALWAYS dreamed of traveling! But had never had the opportunity.
“Maybe we can plan a trip together,” I suggested, wiping sweat from my forehead. “I’d love to see the Grand Canyon or even go to Europe someday!” Judy’s eyes lit up with excitement. “That sounds AMAZING, Sarah. I’d LOVE that.”
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The more time we spent together, the more I realized how much we were alike! Perhaps that’s why we clashed so much in the past. We both loved nature, cooking, and exploring new places. It was like discovering a new friend in someone I had known for years!
One evening, as we all sat down for dinner, my father looked at Judy and me with a content smile. “I’m glad to see you two getting along so well,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “It’s something I’ve always hoped for.”
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Judy and I exchanged a knowing glance. We both knew that our relationship had come a long way since the towel incident. “I’m glad we finally understand each other and gave one another a chance,” I shared, holding my stepmom’s hand.
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