Just a Month After Mom’s Death, Dad Brought a Young Mistress Into Our Home for Christmas – I Was Shocked When I Saw Her

Just a month after my mother lost her battle with cancer, Dad brought his mistress home for Christmas and introduced her as my “NEW MOM.” My heart shattered, but it wasn’t the only thing that left me shaken.

My hands won’t stop trembling as I write this. I need to share about a Christmas dinner that turned into a nightmare and showed me how quickly a family can shatter. There are some moments you wish you could forget, but they end up teaching you the hardest lessons about life, grief, and what it means to move on.

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An upset woman | Source: Pexels

It’s been exactly one month since we buried Mom. For three years she fought cancer, and even at the end, she never stopped being… Mom. I remember her last day so clearly — the beeping machines, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the hospital window, and how she squeezed my hand with surprising strength.

“Lily, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice raspy but determined. “Promise me something?”

“Anything, Mom.” I was trying so hard not to cry.

“Take care of your sisters. And your father… he doesn’t do well alone. Never has.” She smiled that soft smile of hers. “But make sure he remembers me?”

“How could anyone forget you?” I choked out.

That was our last real conversation. She slipped away the next morning, with my sisters Sarah and Katie holding one hand and me holding the other.

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People at a funeral | Source: Pexels

The first week after the funeral, I moved back home. Dad seemed lost, wandering the house like a ghost. I’d find him standing near Mom’s closet, just staring at her clothes. Or sitting in her garden, touching the roses she’d tended so carefully.

“He’s not eating,” Katie reported during our daily sister check-in calls. “I brought over lasagna, and it’s still sitting untouched in the fridge.”

“Same with the casserole I made,” Sarah added. “Should we be worried?”

I thought we should be. But then everything changed.

It started small. Two weeks after the funeral, Dad cleaned out Mom’s closet without telling any of us. Just boxed everything up and dropped it at the local charity.

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An empty wardrobe | Source: Pexels

“Her favorite sweater?” I asked, horrified when I found out. “The blue one she always wore for Christmas?”

“It’s just taking up space, Lily,” he said, suddenly practical. “Your mom wouldn’t want us dwelling.”

A few days later, he joined a gym. He started getting haircuts at some trendy place instead of the salon where Mom had known the owner for 20 years. He bought new clothes and even started humming while doing dishes. At 53, Dad was starting to act like a 20-year-old young man.

“He’s handling it differently,” Katie insisted during one of our emergency meetings at my apartment. “Everyone grieves in their own way.”

I was pacing, unable to sit still. “This isn’t grief. He’s acting like he just got released from prison instead of losing his wife of 30 years.”

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A distressed woman | Source: Midjourney

Sarah curled up on my couch and tried to keep peace. “Maybe he’s trying to stay strong for us? You know how Mom always worried about him being alone.”

“There’s a difference between being strong and whatever this is,” I said, watching through my window as night fell over the city. “Something’s not right.”

I had no idea how not right things were about to get.

“Girls,” Dad called us into the living room one evening, his voice weirdly excited. “Family meeting. I have something important to tell you.”

He’d gotten all dressed up — a new shirt, pressed slacks, and polished shoes. He’d even put on cologne. Mom’s picture smiled down from the mantel as we gathered, and I swear Dad’s eyes looked delighted.

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A senior man in a suit | Source: Pexels

“I’ve met someone special,” he announced, practically bouncing on his feet. “Her name is Amanda, and I want you all to meet her.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Katie’s face went white. Sarah started fidgeting with her ring.

“What exactly do you mean you’ve met someone?” My voice came out strangled.

Dad’s smile never wavered. “I mean I’m not getting any younger, Lily. Life goes on. Amanda makes me happy, and I want her to be part of our family.”

“Part of our family?” Katie’s voice cracked. “Dad, Mom’s been gone for three weeks!”

“And what am I supposed to do?” He crossed his arms. “Sit alone in this empty house forever?”

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A stunned young woman facing a man | Source: Midjourney

“Maybe grieve?” I suggested, my anger rising. “Remember your wife? Our mother?”

“I am grieving,” he snapped. “But I’m also living. Your mother wouldn’t want me to be lonely all my life, girls!”

“Don’t.” I stood up. “Don’t you dare tell us what Mom would want. You don’t get to use her to justify this.”

Dad just walked away, scowling, leaving the three of us in a daze.

A week later, he dropped the next bomb.

“Christmas dinner,” he announced over the phone. “I want Amanda to join us.”

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Close-up of a man holding his coat | Source: Pexels

I nearly dropped my coffee mug. “You’re bringing her to Christmas dinner? Mom’s favorite holiday?”

“It’s the perfect time for everyone to meet,” he said, sounding irritatingly reasonable. “Amanda’s excited to meet you all. She’s even offered to help cook.”

“Help cook?” I gripped the phone tighter. “In Mom’s kitchen? Using Mom’s recipes?”

“Lily—”

“Mom’s been gone for four weeks, Dad. Four. Weeks.”

“And what should I do?” His voice rose. “Cancel Christmas? Sit alone while my daughters judge me?”

“Maybe respect Mom’s memory? Remember 30 years of marriage? The woman who spent last Christmas in the hospital still trying to make it special for everyone?”

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A furious woman | Source: Midjourney

“I’m still your father,” he said sharply. “And Amanda is coming to Christmas dinner. That’s final.”

“Fine.” I hung up and immediately called my sisters.

“He’s lost his mind,” Katie declared during our emergency video chat. “Completely lost it.”

Sarah looked like she might cry. “What do we do?”

I had an idea forming. A terrible, perfect idea.

Christmas Eve arrived cold and snowy. I spent the morning in Mom’s kitchen making her stuffing recipe. Every few minutes I caught myself turning to ask her a question, the grief hitting fresh each time I remembered she wasn’t there.

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A woman decorating a Christmas tree | Source: Pexels

Katie arrived early to help, bringing Mom’s special tablecloth, the one with tiny embroidered holly leaves that Mom would spend hours ironing each year.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Katie admitted as we set the table. “Kept thinking about Mom, how she’d make us polish the silver until it sparkled.”

“Remember how she’d position everything just right?” Sarah added, arriving with pies. “The centerpiece had to be exactly in the middle.”

“And the photos,” I smiled sadly. “So many photos before anyone could eat.”

“Dad would complain his food was getting cold,” Katie laughed, then stopped abruptly. “God, I miss her.”

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A sad woman with her eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney

The doorbell rang at exactly six. Dad rushed to answer it, checking his reflection in the hall mirror first.

“Everyone,” his voice boomed with pride, “this is Amanda.”

I was stunned. She couldn’t have been older than 25. Long blonde hair, expensive boots, perfect makeup. She looked like she could have been our younger sister. My father looked like he’d won the lottery.

“This is your new MOM!” He announced, his arm around her waist. “I hope you all got her something nice for Christmas!”

Katie dropped her wine glass. The red spread across Mom’s white tablecloth like a wound, the holly leaves disappearing under the stain.

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

Dinner was excruciating. Amanda kept trying to make a conversation, her voice high and nervous.

“This stuffing is amazing,” she said. “Family recipe?”

“My mother’s recipe,” I replied, emphasizing each word. “She made it every Christmas for 30 years. This was her favorite holiday.”

“Oh.” Amanda pushed food around her plate. “I’m so sorry about your loss. George told me—”

“George?” I cut her off with a wicked grin. “You mean Dad?”

Dad cleared his throat. “Lily!”

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A woman grinning | Source: Midjourney

“No, I want to know… when exactly did he tell you about Mom? Before or after he asked you out?”

“Lily, stop,” Dad whispered.

“Did he tell you she spent three years fighting cancer? That she was still having chemo this time last year?” I couldn’t stop. “That she made him promise to keep our family together?”

“That’s enough!” Dad’s voice thundered across the table.

Amanda looked close to tears. “I should probably—”

“No, stay,” Dad insisted. “Family gets uncomfortable sometimes. That’s normal.”

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A startled woman | Source: Midjourney

“Family?” I laughed bitterly. “She’s practically my age, Dad. This isn’t family. It’s creepy.”

“Present time!” Dad announced after dinner, desperate to change the mood. He’d always played Santa, but watching him do it now felt wrong.

I watched Amanda open gifts — a scarf from Katie, a gift card from Sarah. Then she reached for my carefully wrapped box.

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” she gasped, lifting out the antique jewelry box. Mom’s favorite, the one she’d kept her wedding ring in. “Thank you, Lily. This is so thoughtful.”

“Open it,” I said softly. “There’s something special inside.”

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A woman holding a gift box | Source: Pexels

The room fell silent as she lifted the lid. Inside lay a photograph of Mom in her garden last summer, surrounded by her roses and all three of us girls beside her. Her last good day before the hospital. Her smile was still bright and full of life, even though we knew what was coming.

Beneath it lay my note: “You are not my mother. No one will ever replace her. Remember that.”

Amanda’s hands started shaking. “I… I need to go.”

“Honey, wait—” Dad reached for her, but she was already running, leaving her coat and muffler behind as she fled into the snowy night.

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A woman walking away | Source: Pexels

Dad came back inside alone, snow melting on his shoulders, his face ashen.

“What did you do?” he demanded.

“I gave her a reality check,” I stood my ground. “Did you really think you could replace Mom with someone my age and we’d just accept it?”

“You had no right,” he growled. “You’re not letting me live my life!”

“Live your life? Mom’s been dead for four weeks! Her side of the bed isn’t even cold!” I was shouting now, years of watching Mom suffer, weeks of watching Dad move on, all pouring out at once. “Did you even love her?”

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An angry woman | Source: Pexels

“How dare you?” His voice broke. “I loved your mother for 30 years. I watched her fight. I watched her die. But she’s gone, Lily. She’s gone, and I’m still here. What am I supposed to do?”

“Not this,” I whispered, tears finally falling. “Anything but this.”

Katie and Sarah stood frozen, Christmas tree lights casting shadows on their tears. Outside, the snow continued to fall, covering Amanda’s footprints as she’d run away from our family’s broken pieces.

My dad blamed me for not letting him move on, but I think his actions were deeply disrespectful to my late mother. I firmly believe I did the right thing by defending her memory and making it unequivocally clear to Amanda that she could never fill my mother’s shoes.

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A woman sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

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The sultry Heather Thomas of ‘The Fall Guy’ struggled with addiction – but look at her now, at 66

Heather Thomas, who turned 66 on September 8, was well-known for her leading part opposite Lee Majors in The Fall Guy and was expected to have a very successful Hollywood career.

However, the stunning blonde hurried to the hospital, thinking her father had an emergency, when the actor’s mother appeared on set during the filming of the show’s conclusion.

She was informed by her relatives and friends who met her at the Santa Monica hospital that her father, Leon, was doing well and that they were worried about her.

This was only the start of a new adventure for the 28-year-old woman, whose job and personal life had totally changed as a result of her hospital stay.

Discover what became of the 1980s pinup girl by continuing to read!

With a natural beauty and ability comparable to that of Farrah Fawcett and Heather Locklear, Heather Thomas pursued her passion.

When the girl was just 14 years old, she presented the talk show Talking with a Giant on NBC, where she and four other teenagers conducted celebrity interviews.

Thomas, now 66, studied theater and cinema at UCLA with the goal of advancing her career as an actor, director, and writer. The year before she graduated, she made an appearance in the short-lived comedy series Co-Ed Fever (1979).

The Connecticut-born performer landed her first major part in 1980 in the television series The Fall Guy, supporting Lee Majors, who became well-known throughout the world in the 1970s for his portrayal of Steven Austin in The Six Million Dollar Man.

As the popular action show’s stuntwoman-bounty hunter Jody Banks, Thomas was adored by men who saw her as a sex symbol—a label about which she acknowledges she feels conflicted.

Thomas told People that there was “obligatory condescension that goes with that.” “The blonde bimbo is a stereotype that you fit into. But I was simply enjoying myself at the moment.

Regretfully, she was enjoying herself excessively when using drugs, a tendency that predates her portrayal of Jody Banks.

Her history with drugs began in the sixth grade, when she began abusing narcotics to keep her grades at the top. “I was taking acid and getting straight As,” Thomas declared. I simply believed it to be mind-blowing.

Her drug use changed as her mentality matured from that of a child to an adult.

Thomas began taking cocaine while she was a student at UCLA, and her drug use worsened in 1981, a year after she started filming The Fall Guy.

Additionally, the 5-foot-7 Thomas developed an obsession with weight and began taking Lasix, a diuretic that may produce extreme sleepiness, feeling as though she had to live up to her reputation as a sex symbol.

She took additional cocaine to give her an energy boost in order to combat the sluggishness.

“At first, I was still getting used to the medicine. I thought I was receiving a good deal on my purchase. She asserted that she had never used cocaine on site and that it had allowed her to work through the night. It is not permitted to use cocaine on sets. It’s no longer clubby to carry it out. It’s merely a personal torment.

A person close to the performer told People that her drug usage was hurting her career, despite her statements to the contrary. According to the source, “word was out on Heather.” “People were aware of her issue.”

Between takes, Thomas’s weight plummeted from 125 to 105 pounds and he was fast asleep. Thomas said, “I was in a minicoma sometimes.”

Subsequently, she fainted in front of Majors, who subsequently contacted her manager and her mother.

Her mother, Gladdy Ryder, a former special education teacher, showed up on the set of The Fall Guy to tell her daughter that her father was in the hospital after the series finale concluded.

The writer of “Trophies” hurried to St. John’s Hospital, where she was welcomed by relatives and friends who were prepared to have her admitted into the three-week drug program.

Thomas remarked of that day, “It was a big relief to me.” She also mentioned that she had pneumonia, scarred lungs, and swollen kidneys when she checked into detox. “I wanted to get off the roller coaster I’d been on.” I most likely would have continued on my merry way till I lost my job or passed away if my family hadn’t stepped in.

“The doctors said I should have died three years ago,” she continued.

Thomas, who was dedicated to her recovery, surrounded herself with people who shared her values and would help her achieve her drug-free objectives. That’s when Allan Rosenthal, a co-founder of Cocaine Anonymous, and 28-year-old Thomas first met. She later got married to him and filed for divorce in September 1986.

She was hit by a car while crossing the street that same month, severely injuring both of her legs.

Following her detox, divorce, and surgery to heal severe damage to one leg, Thomas resumed her career, albeit in minor roles in TV shows. She also starred in movies including the 1987 movie Cyclone and the 1990 Canadian movie Red Blooded American Girl, which starred Christopher Plummer.

After putting her past behind her, Thomas made a fresh start in the 1990s. In an effort to further her career, she married entertainment attorney Skip Brittenham in 1992. In June 2000, Thomas gave birth to her only biological child, India Rose, while also assuming the role of stepmother to his two daughters, Kristina and Shauna.

“I decided to give it up and write for a while,” she told Reuters, “because I had about 45 restraining orders out, and I was on everything from a toilet seat cover to an ashtray—and I was in love, and [then] had two little girls.”

With a primary focus on writing, the actress from Zapped! claimed that frequent privacy violations by stalkers drove her away from acting, rather than a lack of roles.

“I was being really harassed. One day, I witnessed a person use a knife to scale the fence. That was it; I had these two small kids who needed to be raised so badly. However, I believe that now that I am older, people won’t annoy me as much.

In addition, Thomas is currently an activist, having previously served on the boards of the Amazon Conservation Team and the Rape Foundation.

Declaring oneself a feminist—a deceptive term for a former gender symbol—Thomas elucidated the significance of both.

“When I was younger, I followed people’s instructions, but as I grew older, I refused to compromise.” I desired independence and control. This got me a house and the recognition I needed to open doors. Having people see your body is not inherently bad. I don’t believe I deceived myself. Being a feminist, in my opinion, does not entail body shame, the woman stated.

Although it’s really unfortunate that Heather Thomas was unable to return to the acting world, we’re glad she received the support she required and is now embarking on a lifelong healing process.

We really enjoyed watching her as Jody Banks in The Fall Guy with the Six Million Dollar Man Lee Majors, one of the many amazing shows from the 1980s!

What you have to say about Thomas and her recuperation would be greatly appreciated!

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