When my sister Laura shattered my son Ethan’s prized guitar — the one he’d spent two years saving for — I knew I couldn’t let it slide. It wasn’t just a guitar she broke; it was his dream. What followed was a lesson in respect and consequences she’ll never forget.
Have you ever watched someone’s dream get ripped apart in seconds? I did, and let me tell you, it’s a gut-punch you don’t forget. My son Ethan’s 14th birthday was supposed to be perfect. Instead, it turned into a nightmare, all thanks to my sister Laura.
A sad teenage boy on his birthday | Source: Midjourney
“Mom,” Ethan had whispered to me years ago, his eyes fixed on that gleaming guitar in the music store window. “One day, I’m gonna play just like that man on TV. I promise.”
Ethan, my sweet boy, had been dreaming of a guitar since he was little. But guitars don’t come cheap, and as a single mom, I couldn’t just buy him one. So, when he was 11, I told him, “You really want that guitar? You’ll have to work for it, bud.”
“How long will it take?” he’d asked, his voice trembling with determination.
“However long it takes, honey. But I know you can do it.”
And he did. For two years, he did odd jobs for neighbors. He mowed lawns, watered their plants, shoveled snow, skipped out on candy and toys, and saved every penny of birthday money he got. He worked harder than some grown men I know.
A boy watering plants | Source: Freepik
By his 13th birthday, he was still $200 short, so I pitched in the rest, and we walked into that music store together. You should’ve seen his face when he held that guitar for the first time — it was pure joy.
“Mom,” he’d whispered, cradling it like it was made of glass. “It’s even better than I dreamed.”
Over the next year, he taught himself to play. Every night, his fingers were raw, but he didn’t care. He’d watch YouTube videos, rewind them a hundred times if he had to, just to get it right. By the time he was 14, he wasn’t just good; he was incredible.
“Does it hurt?” I’d ask, watching him massage his fingertips after practice.
“Yeah,” he’d smile, “but it’s a good kind of hurt. Like I’m earning something.”
A boy playing a guitar | Source: Pexels
At school, he became “the kid with the guitar.” People started noticing him, and his confidence shot through the roof. That guitar wasn’t just an instrument — it was his pride, passion, and the most precious thing he’d poured his heart into.
Then there was Jimmy, my sister Laura’s son, who attended the same school as Ethan.
Jimmy’s the same age as Ethan, but they couldn’t be more different. Jimmy saw Ethan getting all this attention, and suddenly, he wanted a guitar too.
A furious boy | Source: Midjourney
The thing is, Jimmy wasn’t willing to put in the work. Laura bought him a guitar, but it mostly sat in the corner of his room gathering dust.
The trouble started at Ethan’s 14th birthday party. He’d been practicing this one song for weeks — a little surprise performance for everyone.
“I’m nervous, Mom,” he confessed just before the party. “What if I mess up?”
“Baby, you’ve worked so hard for this moment. Just play from your heart, like you always do.”
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He stood there in front of our family and friends, his guitar in hand, and poured his heart into every note. It was flawless, and I have to admit, it brought tears to my eyes.
When he finished, the room erupted in applause. He was beaming, and I couldn’t have been prouder. But then Laura, with her big mouth, chimed in.
“That was amazing, Ethan! Jimmy, why don’t you show everyone what you’ve been working on? Ethan, be a sweetheart and hand your guitar to Jimmy, would you?”
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Ethan froze. His knuckles whitened around the neck of his guitar. He looked at me, silently pleading. But I’ve always taught him to be generous and kind, so I gave him a small nod. With hesitation written all over his face, he handed his prized possession to Jimmy.
Jimmy strummed it awkwardly, and it was clear within seconds that he couldn’t play a single chord. The other kids started snickering, and poor Jimmy turned beet red. I felt bad for him, but Laura made things ten times worse.
“Let me see that,” she said, snatching the guitar from Jimmy’s hands. Then, with one careless, frustrated motion, she tossed it toward the couch and hissed, “It’s just a cheap guitar anyway!”
She MISSED.
The guitar SMASHED AGAINST THE WALL INSTEAD with a sickening CRACK and fell to the floor in splinters.
A shattered guitar | Source: Pexels
“No, no, no!” Ethan’s voice cracked as he rushed toward his broken dream. “Please, no…”
The room went dead silent. Ethan’s face crumpled, and his hands flew to his mouth like he was trying to stop himself from crying. But it was no use. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he stared at the broken pieces of what he’d worked so hard for.
Laura had the nerve to say, “Oh, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I was aiming for the couch.”
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“You DESTROYED it,” Ethan retorted. “Two years of work… gone. Just like that.”
“Come on, Ethan! It’s just a stupid guitar. Your mom can always get you another one!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Before I could even process what had just happened, Laura grabbed Jimmy and left the party, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my son’s shattered dreams.
An angry boy | Source: Midjourney
That night, as I held Ethan while he cried, I made him a promise: “I’ll fix this. I don’t know how yet, but I’ll fix it.”
“It won’t be the same,” he sobbed into my shoulder. “That guitar… it was special. It was mine. I earned it.”
“I know, baby,” I whispered, fighting back my tears. “I know.”
The next morning, I woke up still furious. I texted Laura, trying to stay calm.
“You need to replace Ethan’s guitar,” I wrote.
Her reply made my blood boil. “It was an accident, Alice. And honestly, Ethan shouldn’t have embarrassed Jimmy like that. If he hadn’t shown off, none of this would’ve happened.”
A furious woman | Source: Midjourney
“Shown off?” I typed back, my hands shaking. “He worked for TWO YEARS to earn that guitar. TWO YEARS of his childhood, Laura. And you destroyed it in seconds because your son felt embarrassed?”
Excuse me?! My son SHOWING OFF? I could hardly believe the words on my screen.
I started typing a scathing response but stopped myself. I wasn’t going to argue with her. It was of no use. Instead, I decided to hit her where it hurt most: her precious reputation.
You see, Laura lives for appearances. She’s one of those women who needs to be the “perfect mom” and the “favorite aunt.” So, I shared about what happened and her so-called “carefree” attitude right in our family group chat.
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I uploaded a picture of Ethan holding the broken guitar, his face red and puffy from crying. Underneath, I wrote:
“My son Ethan spent two years working his butt off to save for this guitar. Last night, his own aunt destroyed it. He’s heartbroken.”
Relatives started chiming in immediately, asking what happened. Laura tried to brush it off. “It was an accident! I was aiming for the couch!”
But then someone shared a video from the party. The clip showed Laura snatching the guitar and hurling it. You could hear the CRACK as it hit the wall. Her face twisted in frustration, and it was clear as day that it wasn’t some innocent mistake.
The group chat exploded. People were furious. “How could you do that?” “You owe Ethan a new guitar!”
But Laura’s excuses weren’t cutting it.
A shocked woman holding her phone | Source: Midjourney
“I can’t believe you’d humiliate your own nephew like this,” our cousin Sherine wrote. “A child’s dream isn’t a toy to be thrown away when it makes your son uncomfortable.”
And yet, Laura still tried to defend herself. “It was an accident!” she insisted. “I wasn’t trying to break it. People are blowing this way out of proportion.”
But I wasn’t done.
A few weeks later, Ethan had a performance at a local charity event. He’d been practicing with a borrowed guitar, and I’d never seen him so nervous.
“I don’t know if I can do this, Mom,” he confessed backstage, his hands trembling. “What if I mess up? What if they laugh at me like they laughed at Jimmy?”
I took his face in my hands. “Listen to me, Ethan. You are stronger than anyone I know. You didn’t just learn to play guitar — you earned every single note. Now go out there and show them what real passion looks like.”
When he stepped on that stage, something shifted. The moment he started playing, all that fear melted away.
A delighted boy playing a guitar on the stage | Source: Midjourney
He was incredible. The audience gave him a standing ovation. But what made it even better? Laura was in the crowd, and I could see her squirming in her seat as people whispered around her. “Isn’t that her nephew? Didn’t she break his guitar?”
“That poor boy,” I heard someone whisper. “Can you imagine working so hard for something only to have your own aunt destroy it?”
By then, I’d already launched a fundraiser to replace Ethan’s guitar. I’d shared his story — how he’d worked so hard and how his dream had been shattered. Donations poured in. And within days, we had enough money for a custom-built guitar.
A guitar on display | Source: Pexels
When the guitar was ready, I invited the family over for a small dinner. Ethan stood in the living room, holding his new instrument, and played a song he’d written himself. When he finished, everyone cheered.
Everyone except Laura, who sat in the corner, staring at her plate.
“This song,” Ethan announced, his voice steady and clear, “is called ‘Rising from the Broken Pieces.’ Because sometimes when things break, they come back stronger.”
A frustrated woman seated at a dining table | Source: Midjourney
As the night wound down, I leaned in close to her. “You know,” I said, my voice low, “it would’ve been a lot cheaper if you’d just paid for the guitar in the first place.”
She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to.
“And Laura?” I added, making sure only she could hear me. “Next time you want to teach someone a lesson about showing off, remember this moment. Remember how it feels to be the one everyone’s whispering about.”
Ethan’s dream was back, stronger than ever. And Laura? She learned that some things like respect and hard work can’t be broken as easily as a guitar.
That night, as I passed Ethan’s room, I heard him playing softly. The melody was different now — more confident, more resilient. Just like him.
A cheerful boy playing a guitar in his room | Source: Midjourney
“Mom?” he called out as I was about to walk away.
“Yes, honey?”
“Thank you for teaching me that some things are worth fighting for.”
I smiled, feeling tears prick in my eyes. “No, baby. Thank you for teaching me what real strength looks like.”
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Kathleen Turner, star of ‘Serial Mom’ fame, has gone through ups and downs
Kathleen Turner rose to fame in the 1980s with her strength and attractiveness – many consider her one of the most beautiful actresses in Hollywood.
It is this fortitude that has helped her through the many goods and bad times the actress has experienced over the years.
Kathleen Turner had a rough childhood and was raised in a family with four children. She and her siblings grew up in London and Venezuela. Tragedy befell her at a young age when her father unexpectedly passed away while mowing the lawn of their Hampstead home.
A month after his death, Kathleen and her family were kicked out of the UK by the foreign service. Turner and her family settled in Springfield, Missouri, all still grieving their father and former home.
As an adult, Tuner finally found peace after moving to New York to pursue an acting career. She had some luck on the stage – but her biggest break came when she was given the role of the femme fatale in 1981’s “Body Heat.”
Three years after starring next to William Hurt, Turner was given a chance to co-star with Michael Douglas in the famous “Romancing the Stone.” Douglas was in a rocky separation from his wife Diandra at the time of filming, and he and Turner developed some feelings for each other.
“We were in the process of falling in love – fervent, longing looks and heavy flirtation. Then Diandra came down and reminded me he was still married,” Kathleen said.
She eventually married the property developer from the film, Jay Weiss, in 1984. The two had their only daughter together soon after. Rachel Ann Weiss was born on October 14, 1987.
Unfortunately, the couple’s relationship began to fracture as they started raising their daughter.
“I’d make the movie companies give me long weekends or provide extra tickets so my daughter and husband could come to me. But there was a sense in the marriage the effort was all on his side, which made me feel guilty. It was one of the reasons it ended. I started to feel very oppressed. I thought, ‘Hang on a minute, you’ve done very well out of being married to me also,’” Kathleen explained.
In 2005, Turner starred as Martha in the Broadway revival of “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” and it was then that their marital problems came to a head. Turner became incredibly busy while acting in eight shows a week, and it appeared that Weiss wanted no time with her when she was home.
The two divorced amicably during that time, and Turner earned a Tony award nod for her time as Martha.
The star had also earned an Oscar nomination back in 1987 for her role in “Peggy Sue Got Married.” Her film career was alive and well during the 80’s, and she starred in a variety of blockbusters–three of which were with Michael Douglas.
However, in the 90’s, Kathleen experienced a medical setback when her neck locked, not allowing her to turn her head. In addition, her hands swelled to the point where she stopped being able to use them.
“It was crippling,” Kathleen said. “You stop taking things for granted when you lose them, even temporarily. What I took for granted – my athleticism, my ability to throw myself around, and just be able to move however I wanted to. When I lost that, that was a real crisis of self: who am I if I cannot do this?”
The culprit of her misfortune wound up being rheumatoid arthritis, a condition characterized by the swelling of the lining in our joints. This condition causes chronic pain that can be difficult to manage.
“When it was first diagnosed, I was terrified because they said I’d be in a wheelchair,” Kathleen explained. “I thought, ‘If I can’t move, I can’t act.’ Acting isn’t just what I want to do. I was born to do it. It’s at every point of my living. The idea of not being able to do it was the most frightening part – that and the constant pain.”
Kathleen turned to pills and alcohol to manage her pain. While these helped her to work, the habit of drinking vodka led to her passing out during rehearsals for shows like 2002’s stage production of “The Graduate.”
The actress actually went to rehab after the show stopped running, only to find out that she was not an alcoholic. Instead, she was told she simply needed to better track when she was taking her medications and their side effects.
Today, the actress does yoga and pilates to help manage the pain and remain nimble.
While better managing her pain, the star really began to focus on her stage career. While she did still occasionally work in film and television, she returned largely to her roots as she got older, even starring in “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” on stage in her forties.
“Because I knew that the better roles as I got older would be in theatre, which is absolutely true, so that was a little foresight on my part of which I am justly proud,” Kathleen said.s
Focusing on theatre has also allowed the star the time to focus on her passions of hers, such as volunteering at Amnesty International and working for Planned Parenthood of America.
A staunch feminist for most of her life, Turner has turned her doubtless strength to uplifting other women throughout her life. Her ideologies are represented clearly in Gloria Feldt’s 2008 memoir of the star, Send Yourself Roses.
“We are the first generation of women who are financially independent. Women are going back to work,” Kathleen said. “They’re reinventing themselves. I thought I could support that, even increase that. So it has got a lot of philosophy in it and a lot of my beliefs.”
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