A Texas mom decided to teach her son a lesson after she learned a valuable thing about his personaIity. The boy was causing trouble in school. Administrators at the school he attended came to his mom to explain that he was a bully toward other students at the educational institution.
The Texas mom claimed that her son went down the wrong path and was calling other students “idiots” and “stupid,” which is why the mom decided to make her bully son wear a T-shirt that proclaimed, “I am a BULLY.” Mom wanted her son to be recognized as a bully at Greenleaf EIementary School in his community.
She knew that other students at the school had heard that her son was a horrible person to other students. However, she wanted everyone to know that she believed them, and that’s why she forced her son to wear a T-shirt that humiliated him in front of hundreds of people at the school – not to mention thousands of people onIine who saw his mom’s social media post on Facebook. See the image of the shirt down below:
“He was calling other boys stupid (and) calling them idiots,” the Texas mom, Star, who asked that she be identified by her first name only, told KTRK-TV. “I’m a very old-school parent. I don’t coddle my children. I don’t sugarcoat the world to them.”
Star wanted as many people as possible to know that her son was a bully, so she posted a picture of the boy wearing the T-shirt to her Facebook account. Star wrote, “I posted it to reach out to the parents of any of the kids my son may have bullied so that each one of them couId get a personal apology.”
Although some people felt that Star went too far when it came to punishing her bully son, Star stood behind her actions and defended herself against critics in the online community. “I wanted to know what he learned from it, and he said, ‘I learned that I didn’t likе the way that that felt, and I don’t want anybody else to feel that way because of me,’” Star said. “That’s exactIy what I wanted him to take from it.” Professionals in the child development world do not support Star’s punishment.
Although her son was a bully who was hurting other children, a child psychiatrist at Baylor College of Medicine denounced Star’s treatment of her son. “Not a good idea to embarrass your child and solidify a negative identity in an elementary school child,” the child psychiatrist said. “She needs to find somebody to help her, and I think the school is one resource.” AIthough Star had critics on social media and across the internet, she claimed that her son’s school district approved of her decision. Splendora ISD said, “parents have the right to make important decisions and take certain actions on behalf of their child.” What do you think about this mom’s punishment of her bully son?
I Discovered Hotel Receipts in My Husband’s Car, Unveiling a Painful Truth — but Karma Dealt with Him Harshly
My husband, Derek, and I have been inseparable for what seems like an eternity. We’ve built a life together, raising two children and merging everything from bank accounts to daily routines. We even drafted a prenuptial agreement, not out of mistrust but to sidestep any messy disputes should we ever split. I never imagined I would need it.
Derek has been a model family man and a respected sales agent at a top corporation, skillfully juggling work and home life. However, his work usually included some travel and meeting new clients, but recently, his business trips became suspiciously frequent.
About a month ago, I noticed these trips seemed excessive, with him out of town almost every week. Despite this uptick in travel, Derek didn’t mention any new clients or significant work changes that might explain his absences.
This unusual pattern triggered my curiosity and worry. One weekend while Derek visited a friend, I took it upon myself to clean his car, a chore he usually did himself.
While vacuuming and wiping down surfaces, I discovered a batch of receipts hidden in the glove compartment. My heart raced as I looked at them—one hotel room, the same local hotel, repeatedly booked on days he was supposedly out of town.
At first, I tried to find reasonable explanations—perhaps a mistake in the receipts or he was helping a friend. But deep down, doubt had taken root, and I couldn’t shake it off.
Resolved to uncover the truth, I began to monitor Derek’s activities more closely, noting when he left home and where he claimed to be going. I gathered any receipts I could find, scrutinizing them for clues. Occasionally, another hotel receipt would turn up, each one sending a jolt through me.
As evidence accumulated, a clear but unwelcome picture began to form. Despite this, I hadn’t confronted Derek; torn between disbelief and the harsh reality before me.
Tension thickened in our home as Derek’s excuses became more and more flimsy. One day, he abruptly said, “I have to leave urgently,” and I just nodded, pretending indifference. Inside, though, I was seething with suspicion.
Unable to bear the lies any longer, I followed him one evening after he rushed out. I discreetly trailed him to the very hotel listed in those receipts.
From a hidden spot in the lobby, I watched heartbroken as Derek and a woman laughed and touched intimately before embracing passionately—a sight that shattered me.
Overcome with emotion, I confronted them. Their faces registered shock and guilt as Derek stuttered an explanation I refused to hear.
The following days were a whirlwind of arguments and painful revelations. It turned out this woman was not just a fling; Derek thought they had something meaningful.
But karma struck swiftly. I later learned from a friend that this woman had tricked Derek into opening a joint bank account to start their “new life” together, only to drain it and vanish, leaving him ruined both financially and emotionally.
This twist of fate didn’t please me. Instead, it left a void filled with the sorrow of our disintegrated family life. Derek was crushed, fooled by someone he trusted, much like he had deceived me.
As we navigated our separation, the prenup I once saw as unnecessary now felt like a crucial safeguard for preserving what remained for our children.
Despite the pain, I couldn’t help feeling a touch of sympathy for Derek, remembering the love we once shared.
Now, in the silence of our once shared living room, I reflect on the deep scars left by betrayal and the long road to recovery ahead. Moving on is necessary—for me, our children, and even Derek—as we all seek to heal and reclaim our lives.
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