My Daughter Completely Forgot About My 90th Birthday

Hi there, this is Patty. I can declare with confidence that I have had a great and happy life after 90 wonderful years. Since my husband passed away a few years ago, Angie, my daughter, and I have mostly been spending our time together.

I was ecstatic as my ninetieth birthday approached. My daughter had assured me that she would come see me and spend the day with my grandchildren.

Imagining my grandchildren brings me constant joy. It reminds me of the times when my spouse and I raised Angie. My grandchildren remind me of those special occasions because they look so much like her.

They also have a father who looks like Angie’s ex-husband, John. I loved John so much that I was devastated by their split. The closest thing I’ve ever had to a son was John. He had a big heart and was friendly. He still sends me a Christmas card every year, even now. While I had hoped for John and Angie to be back together, life has other ideas.

When my birthday finally arrived, I was overjoyed. But as the day went on, my enthusiasm gave way to anxiety. It was getting close to lunchtime, and Angie had not responded to me. I called her multiple times, but she didn’t pick up.

When I tried to call Angie again, the call went straight to voicemail. Since she was driving, I thought she wouldn’t be able to respond. But as time went on, it became evident that, like many other days, I would be spending this birthday alone.

I was about to give up when someone rang the doorbell. If my knees weren’t so weak, I would have immediately jumped up in excitement. I was quite happy with my birthday present from Angie and the kids, since it had been a long time.

My heart fell when I saw a manly figure through the glass of the entrance. When I answered the door, I saw a happy John with gifts and flowers in his hands.

“Happy Birthday, Mom!” He gave a kind greeting.

“John? Oh, you didn’t have to,” I said, startled and happy at the same time.

“A small token to honor your amazing day,” John stated as he passed the presents.

Is that the chocolate of my dreams? You remembered, huh? My cheeks flushed with joy as I exclaimed.

How could I overlook that? It’s all you ever eat,” John laughed in response.

You’re overly charming. Could you come to supper with me? Asking him to come in, I did.

Oh no. Not that I would want to bother. You must have plans. John answered modestly, “I just wanted to drop off your presents and see your gorgeous self.

“That’s absurd! I would like the company, and I don’t have anything planned. I insisted, “Plus, I’m making apple pie.”

“Pineapple pie? John chuckled as he entered, “You ought to have led with that.”

John, like my late spouse, is an amazing chef. John did the majority of the cooking while we were together during the day. I was just happy to have the company. It was during supper that John finally inquired about Angie.

Will Angie and the children be joining us then? I would really like not think that I was ambushing her or doing anything similar. Although I really didn’t plan to remain, I’m pleased I did, John remarked.

“That’s absurd! We are family since you are my grandchildren’s father. And unfortunately, I don’t think Angie will come with us today,” I sadly said.

“Oh, that’s disappointing to hear. John said, “You shouldn’t spend your birthday by yourself.

“I’m not alone now, son, thanks to you,” I murmured, taking hold of his hand. “John, thank you.”

“No issue. Would you mind telling me why she didn’t come? or the children, at any rate? They enjoy having time with you, John continued.

“They were meant to arrive, but Angie won’t take my calls. I genuinely don’t know what transpired, but I have no doubt she will contact me again,” I remarked.

“I don’t know what’s going on with her, but she ought to at least drop the kids off. I’m going to call her,” John urged.

To my astonishment, Angie answered the phone when John called her. John later explained to me the reason behind my daughter’s birthday stand-up.

As it happens, the kids, Angie, and her new boyfriend are all on vacation. She kept it from everyone! John told me, clearly distressed.

“Trip? Did she not inform anyone, too? Why would she act in such way? I enquired.

“Patty, your guess is as good as mine. How can she get away with taking my kids and without saying anything? John replied, looking just as confused.

Oh no. This is really disheartening. Furthermore, who is this man? I was even more perplexed as I answered, “I had no idea Angie had a boyfriend.

She had made a casual reference, but an entire vacation? It seems that they had been organizing it for approximately a month. I apologize, Patty, but I think your daughter went too far this time, John stated in a frustrated tone.

I unhappily answered, “Yes, this is disappointing.”

I was shocked to hear the news. Angie could have at least informed me that she wouldn’t be available. I spoke with Angie later. The damage was done, but she said she would see the kids as soon as possible. I was truly saddened, but I will always adore my daughter.

John’s presence thankfully lessened the blow. But Angie’s actions caused a serious wound. I don’t know how to trust her at this point. How should I respond in this circumstance?

My Husband Gifted Me Money for Breast Implants and a Nasty Note for My Birthday—I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson

On the morning of my supposed surgery, I left the house with a bright smile. “Wish me luck,” I said, giving Jack a kiss. He hugged me tightly, whispering, “You’re going to look incredible, Nikkie. This is going to change everything.”

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Couple hugging | Source: Pexels

“You’re right,” I said, a steely edge to my voice that he didn’t catch. “It will.”

Instead of heading to a clinic, I pampered myself at a luxurious spa. I indulged in a facial, a massage, and a leisurely lunch, savoring the freedom and self-love that Jack’s “gift” had inadvertently afforded me. Meanwhile, I had arranged for a locksmith to change the locks on our house. Enough was enough.

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Black handled key on key hole | Source: Pexels

When I returned home, the sight of Jack’s car in the driveway filled me with a strange calm. The time had come. He walked in, his eyes scanning for the dramatic change he expected.

Instead, he found the locks changed and his belongings neatly packed in boxes by the door. I stood there, holding the envelope with the remaining money and a new note.

Jack’s face fell. “Nikkie, what’s going on?”

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A person holding a cardboard box | Source: Pexels

I handed him the envelope. “Here’s your upgrade,” I said, my voice steady and cold. “It’s time you find someone who meets YOUR standards.”

“Nikkie, please, let’s talk about this,” he stammered, his voice breaking with confusion and regret.

I crossed my arms, maintaining my steely resolve. “There’s nothing to talk about, Jack. You made it clear what you think of me.”

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Grayscale photo of a man covering his face with his hands | Source: Pexels

He stepped closer, desperation etched in every line of his face. “I’m sorry, Nikkie. I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought… I thought it would make you happier, more confident.”

“More confident?” I echoed, incredulous. “You think reducing me to a pair of implants would make me happier? Confident? Jack, what you did was cruel and shallow.” Tears welled up in his eyes. “I messed up. I see that now. I love you, Nikkie, just the way you are. I was an idiot for suggesting otherwise.”

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A sad young man wiping tears from his eyes | Source: Pexels

I shook my head, the memories of his hurtful comments flashing through my mind. “You loved an idea of me that fit some twisted standard, not the real me. I deserve someone who loves me for who I am, not for some unrealistic image.”

Jack sank to his knees, pleading. “Please, Nikkie, give me another chance. I’ll do anything. I’ll go to counseling, I’ll change. Just don’t leave me.” I felt a pang of sympathy, but I knew it wasn’t enough. His words and his actions had cut too deep. “Jack, I’ve already given you so many chances. This is beyond repair. I need to move on, and so do you.”

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Man and a woman arguing | Source: Pexels

He clung to my hand, his grip desperate. “I can’t lose you. You’re my everything.” I gently pulled my hand away, my heart firm despite the ache. “You already lost me when you stopped seeing me for who I am. Goodbye, Jack.”

As he gathered his things, a strange calm washed over me. The weight of his expectations lifted, and I felt a freedom I hadn’t known in months. The best part? The gym had become my sanctuary.

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Man with luggage on road during sunset | Source: Pixabay

I made new friends, got fitter, and felt better about myself. My mornings were filled with sweat and laughter, not the silent resentment that had plagued me for months.

Jack’s life, on the other hand, took a nosedive. He tried to win me back, sending flowers and heartfelt letters, but I was done. My resolve was unshakeable. No amount of groveling could erase the months of pain and insecurity he had inflicted.

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A woman having a conversation with her son | Source: Pexels

Eventually, Jack ended up moving in with his mom for a while, drowning in regret and isolation. The last I heard, he was still single and miserable, a stark contrast to the confident man who once belittled me for not fitting his superficial ideals.

As for me, life has never been better. The gym, initially a place of solace, has become my haven. Each morning, I wake up excited to push my limits, not to meet anyone’s standards but my own. I feel stronger, physically and emotionally than I ever did in my years with Jack.

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Happy woman at the gym | Source: Pexels

I’ve also started dating again. This time, I’ve found someone who loves me for who I am, not for some unrealistic image of perfection. We laugh together, support each other, and most importantly, he appreciates me just as I am. It’s a refreshing and empowering experience to be with someone who values the real me.

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Happy couple hugging | Source: Pexels

Reflecting on my journey, I realize how far I’ve come. Jack’s cruel gift was a catalyst, a turning point that forced me to reassess my self-worth and take control of my happiness. It wasn’t easy, and there were moments when the pain felt unbearable. But in the end, it made me stronger and more confident in who I am.

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Woman smiling while looking in the mirror | Source: Pexels

The lesson here is profound and universal: Don’t let anyone dictate your worth or make you feel less than perfect. Society, media, and sometimes even the people closest to us, can impose unrealistic standards that chip away at our self-esteem.

It’s crucial to recognize your intrinsic value and to stand firm against anyone or anything that tries to diminish it. Take control of your life and happiness.

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A young woman enjoying a walk on the beach | Source: Pexels

It’s easy to fall into the trap of seeking validation from others, especially those we love. But true contentment comes from within, from embracing who you are and making choices that align with your values and dreams.

To anyone reading this, remember: you are enough just as you are. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. Life is too short to live under the shadow of someone else’s expectations. Embrace your uniqueness, nurture your strengths, and pursue your passions. The right people will love you for who you are.

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Person holding a sticky note | Source: Pexels

In the end, it’s your life to live. Make it count, make it joyful, and never settle for less than you deserve. The journey to self-love and empowerment might be challenging, but it’s undoubtedly worth every step. Stay strong, stay true to yourself, and never let anyone dim your light.

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Illuminated quote board | Source: Pexels

While Nikkie found the courage to face Jack and reclaim her self-worth, here is another story of a husband who pokes fun at his wife’s wrinkles and gray hair until he sees her on TV.

This tale explores the journey of a woman whose confidence was eroded by her husband’s constant jabs at her aging appearance. Little did he know, his world would be turned upside down when he saw her on TV with a famous Hollywood star.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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