I was so certain the will reading would be a clear-cut affair without surprises. How wrong I was.
The nursing home smelled of antiseptic and faintly of wilted flowers, a combination that made my throat tighten. I took a steadying breath as a young nurse handed me Dad’s belongings, neatly packed in a plain, worn cardboard box.
“Here you are, Ma’am,” the nurse said, her voice gentle but distant as if she’d done this a hundred times.
I nodded, murmuring a quiet thank you as I lifted the box.
It wasn’t heavy, but the weight seemed to press down on me all the same. Inside were the simple things: his favorite worn sweater, a small Bible with its cover frayed from years of use, and several mystery novels with dog-eared pages.
I brushed my fingers over the sweater, catching a faint scent of his cologne, familiar and fleeting.
The finality hit me when I turned to leave.
Dad was truly gone. I tightened my grip on the box as if holding onto it could somehow keep him with me. When I reached my car, silent tears were slipping down my cheeks.
I sat in the car and cried until my tears ran out. My phone beeped and rang several times, but it was just Matt. He was probably worried about me, but some grief you have to wade through alone.
The last thing I expected to find when I arrived home was my whole life strewn across the front lawn like some kind of unholy estate sale.
The wind picked up, scattering the memories I’d so carefully packed into boxes and hauled down from the attic.
Mom’s old recipes, her china, the worn plaid quilt Dad used to nap under, and all his books — it all lay out in the open, unprotected, as if they meant nothing. I stumbled out of my car, heart pounding.
“What in God’s name…” I muttered, my voice swallowed by the wind.
“Oh, good. You’re finally back. I was getting tired of waiting.”
There, perched on my patio furniture with her designer sunglasses and her too-bright lipstick, was Jessica. My daughter-in-law didn’t even glance up from her phone. She took a leisurely sip from her coffee, and her lips curved in a barely restrained smirk.
“Jessica… What is all this?” My eyes swept over the chaos, disbelief clamping down on my chest. “What are you doing?”
She glanced up, lowering her sunglasses just enough for me to see the disdain in her eyes. She waved a manicured hand dismissively.
“I’m doing what’s necessary. This is my home now, after all.”
A cold knot twisted in my stomach. “Your home? What are you talking about?”
“Looks like you should’ve attended the will reading.” Jessica held up a crisp piece of paper, and there was my father’s signature, clear as day, at the bottom. “Guess your dad knew who deserved it most, huh?”
I swayed, gripping the car door for support. “That’s impossible. Dad would never—”
“Oh, but he did.” She smirked, casually inspecting her perfect manicure.
“Signed, sealed, delivered. The house is mine now.” She leaned in close, her perfume, a cloying, artificial scent, invading my space. “I think it’s time you moved on, Hattie.”
A truck rumbled into the driveway, and my son, Matt, climbed out, his face twisting as he took in the scene. His boots crunched over the gravel as he approached, confusion deepening the crease between his brows.
“What the heck, Jess? First you run out of the lawyer’s office, and now you send me this weird text? What’s going on?” he asked, glancing from me to Jessica, his jaw tight.
She stretched, standing at last, looking smug and at ease in her towering heels. It made my skin crawl. “Like I said, I’m making some necessary changes, honey. And actually, there’s more you should know.”
Matt’s expression hardened with a flash of something I hadn’t seen before. “More than you throwing my mother’s belongings all over the yard?”
“Much more!” Jessica’s laugh was harsh. “I want a divorce.”
The word hung in the air like the final nail in a coffin. Matt’s mouth opened, then closed as he struggled to process. “What? You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am.” Her voice was dripping with disdain. “I’ve spent enough years suffocating in this house, being made to feel like I don’t fit in, like I’m not good enough!” She gestured at the house with a sweep of her arm. “I need a fresh start.”
“You have no right—” I started, but she cut me off with a scornful wave.
“Oh, save it, Hattie. You never wanted me in this family. You looked down on me right from the start, judging me just because I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon. Well, now I’m finally getting what I deserve out of you people.”
Matt’s face shifted from bewilderment to anger, his fists clenched. “Everything my family said about you is true,” he said, voice low and trembling. “You really are a covetous witch.”
Jessica’s veneer cracked.
“And you’re a spineless mama’s boy!” she snapped. “Always running to her defense, always putting her first.” She sneered, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at him. “It’s pathetic. You’re just as small-minded as she is.”
“Don’t you dare talk about my son that way!” My voice cut through the silence, sharper than I’d intended.
“I’ll do whatever I want, Hattie.” Jessica set her hands on her hips, her expression smug. “And there’s nothing either of you can do about it.”
“In fact,” Jessica continued. “The two of you had best hurry and clear your stuff off MY lawn, before I call the cops and have them arrest you both.”
“Are you out of your mind?” Matt yelled.
I numbly looked on as Matt confronted Jessica. None of this made sense! Dad hadn’t even liked Jessica! My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed Dad’s lawyer.
His voice was a balm, calm and reassuring. “Hattie? I was just about to call you.”
“… really believed I liked you?” Jessica yelled in the background. “You were just a means to an end, a way for me to leave my old neighborhood behind. Now I have the house, I don’t need you anymore!”
“Please,” I whispered to the lawyer. “Tell me she’s lying. There’s no way Dad left his home to Jessica.”
There was a pause, then a warm chuckle.
“You’re right. Your father didn’t leave her the house. It was all a test to get her to show her true colors.”
“A…test?” Relief rushed through me, and I started laughing, tears gathering in my eyes. It was the kind of laugh that came from somewhere deep, a laugh that surprised even me.
Jessica’s face twisted, her confidence faltering. “What are you laughing at?”
“Oh, Jessica,” I managed, still shaking. “You really should have waited for the real will reading.”
“What?”
I let the satisfaction roll through me as I explained. “Dad never left you the house. It was fake — a test to get you to show your true character.”
Matt turned to Jessica, his face a storm of emotions. “Looks like Grandpa’s plan worked.”
Jessica’s eyes widened. She glanced between Matt and me as the realization of what she’d done sunk in. Her confident facade crumbled, her voice turning desperate as she scrambled to save face.
“Matt — baby, please.” She reached out, but he recoiled, the finality in his eyes unmistakable.
“I swear, I never meant it!” She pleaded. “I was just…upset, frustrated. You know I love you!”
He shook his head. “Save it. You want a divorce? You’ve got one.”
As Jessica stomped off the property, her heels sinking with each step, I felt an odd peace settle over me. Dad’s wisdom lived on, a quiet, guiding presence.
Matt and I gathered the remnants of my life from the grass, and I couldn’t help thinking that sometimes the real inheritance isn’t in a house — it’s in the lessons of who truly deserves to be in your life.
Dad would have been proud.
Howie Mandel reveals he’s ‘incredibly medicated,’ admits mental health struggles are ‘absolute hell’
renowned for saying “don’t touch me” a lot.When Howie Mandel gave Reba McEntire a firm hug on The Voice stage in September 2023, it stunned everyone.
The comedian caved in to his excitement and was unable to resist the country music star’s allure because he suffers from a crippling phobia of germs.
Mandel appears upbeat and joyful when he is in the spotlight, but when he is not, he discloses that he is a “scared” guy who would rather live “in the fetal position.”
Furthermore, he just made a startling admission that disclosed how he controls the OCD that drives him to “absolute hell.”To find out more, continue reading!
Many people’s inner germaphobe was let loose by the horror of the global epidemic, making them more aware of the risks of contamination.
While many people’s fear of germs passed after a few years, for others it remains crippling and never goes away.
“It is impossible for me to live a day in my life without thinking that we might not survive,” says Howie Mandel, a man who has experienced extreme anxiety and obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) since he was a little child. The 68-year-old TV personality says the pandemic was particularly upsetting in an interview with People, saying, “But the comfort I would get would be the fact that everybody around me was okay.” It’s a good idea to hold on. However, everything in the world was not well throughout the pandemic. And it was just the worst.
OCD is defined as a “pattern of unwanted thoughts and fears known as obsessions” by the Mayo Clinic. These obsessions cause you to engage in compulsive activities, or repeating actions. These compulsions and obsessions are very distressing and interfere with day-to-day tasks.
“I’m in a bad dream,” declares the comedian who was born in Canada. “I attempt to ground myself. Mandel remarks, “I have a great family, including my wife Terry and their three children, Riley, Jackie, and Alex, who were married in 1980. “I adore what I do,” However, I can sometimes have periods of deep depression from which I cannot recover.
The best medicine is laughter.
Mandel, who got his big break on the medical drama St. Elsewhere in 1982, says that although every day is difficult, comedy gets him through it.
“I use humor as a coping mechanism. I’m crying if I’m not laughing. I haven’t been transparent enough about how dark and terrible things truly get.
Mandel continues, “I’m most at ease onstage,” adding that he uses humor to fend off the allure of OCD. And it’s not nice when I withdraw inside myself when I have nothing to do.
Mandel consistently finds time for projects, contributing his unmatched sense of humor to all of them. He hosts multiple shows in addition to acting as a judge on the America’s Got Talent (AGT) franchise.
“Very heavily medicated”
He opened up to Kelly Clarkson about his mental health concerns during a conversation they had on her talk show in 2022.
“I have OCD and am neurotic.people believe that because I’m out and about, I’m having fun and enjoying myself.I’m terrified. He said to the host, “I like to go home and just live in the fetal position.”
Clarkson retorted, “It’s so funny to me, because every time I’m around you, even seeing you out of work…you’re so the opposite of what I would think,” looking surprised by Mandel’s shadow persona.
Mandel chuckled, “I know, I’m such a joy, I’m a light, I’m an energy, and I’m stunning.” “..To be really honest, I take a lot of medication.
embracing Reba
He may have been excited to see Reba McEntire on The Voice because of that medicine.
Mandel, a panelist on the show, leaped from the audience and called her name. He then hurried up to the country music expert and said, “We’re right next door shooting the AGT finale.” Could you please sign my shirt?
After McEntire signed his “I [heart] Reba” shirt, Mandel gave an unexpected, tight hug to the audience.
Carson Daly, the show’s host, remarked of the man who usually avoids physical contact, “You don’t see that every day.”
Mandel acknowledges his perplexing actions, saying, “People notice discrepancies, particularly in the media.” “He shook someone’s hand,” or “Oh, he hugged someone.” I’m able to give you a handshake. Then I would believe that I hadn’t cleaned it thoroughly. And I would spend hours washing my hands by going back and forth in a circle.
He goes on, “I understand the funny in that,” determined to continue the discourse about mental health. But that doesn’t lessen how excruciatingly awful it is. I also don’t want to justify my emotional well-being. All I want is to keep it going.
Since Mandel was “boosted” and “vaccinated,” his Covid-19 was mild in 2022, serving as a reminder that being afraid of illness is insufficient to keep you safe.
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