The emptiness of George’s departure permeates their residence, his presence enduring in the shirt Mariana grips nightly. However, it wasn’t his passing that devastated her… it was her stepdaughter Susan’s insistence on inheriting his wealth. When she reluctantly agreed, an unexpected twist left Susan enraged and Mariana strangely content.
Progressing past the death of a dear one is always challenging. At times, I still sense my husband George’s voice echoing in my mind. I awaken holding his cherished shirt, his fragrance still clinging to the material. Yet, as I mourned him, my stepdaughter’s actions… they utterly broke me…
I am Mariana, aged 57, wed to the kindest man, George, for 25 years. He had a daughter, Susan, aged 34, from an earlier marriage.
Our bond with Susan was once good. She addressed me as “Mom” and filled the gap in my heart from not bearing my own children. I never viewed her as “another’s” child. I cherished her as my own daughter, truly.
When Susan wed her chosen partner, George and I were thrilled. But then, everything deteriorated when George received a terminal cancer diagnosis.
Susan’s visits reduced from weekly to monthly, then ceased entirely. She seldom visited her father, occasionally phoning to inquire about his health.
One day, she posed a question that tore me apart. “How long does he have left?”
Clutching the phone tightly, my voice shook. “Susan, your father isn’t an item with an expiration date.”
“I just need to know, Mom. I’m swamped, you know that… I can’t come by often,” she responded.
“Swamped?” I repeated, my tone filled with disbelief. “Too swamped to visit your dying father?”
She exhaled deeply. “Look, I’ll attempt to come soon, okay?”
But that “soon” never materialized.
Then, the dreaded day arrived. The hospital informed me that George had passed away peacefully.
I was devastated, barely able to stand as the reality sank in. My beloved George, gone.
Shockingly, Susan didn’t attend his funeral. When I called her, she promptly excused herself.
“I’m expecting, Mom,” she stated, her tone strangely indifferent. “The doctors advised against lengthy travel due to some medical concerns.”
I swallowed hard, holding back tears. “But Susan, it’s your father’s funeral. Don’t you wish to bid him farewell one last time?”
“I can’t jeopardize my baby’s health,” she curtly replied. “You understand, right?”
I didn’t, not truly, but I nodded silently, forgetting she couldn’t see me. “Of course, dear. Take care.”
As I sat near my husband’s coffin, I couldn’t dismiss the notion that our relationship had irrevocably changed.
Six months post-George’s death, I was startled by a loud knock at my door. Opening it, I saw Susan and her husband Doug, along with a severe-looking man in a suit.
Susan entered without greeting. “Mom, we need your signature on some documents.”
Baffled, I blinked. “Which documents?”
Doug handed me a stack of papers, including a blank sheet. “Just sign these. They’re for transferring all the properties into our names.”
WOMAN SWERVES TO MISS TRASH BAG IN ROAD, LOOKS CLOSER AND GETS THE CHILLS
Likely, you’ve been there before. You make a decision to deviate slightly from your usual course of action at the last minute.
You switch up your coffee routine or leave the office a little sooner. The smallest shift in your daily routine can have a profound effect.
You unexpectedly run into a long-lost acquaintance, or you get home from work early and discover that your spouse has been cheating on you.
Sometimes the shifts are minor, and other times they’re monumental.
Something like what occurred to Malissa Sergent Lewis when she took a different route to work one day last summer.
Malissa Sergent Lewis was running late for work at her elementary school in Kentucky one morning in the summer of 2016.
Malissa wanted to get there faster, so she took a back road instead than the main highway.
Malissa will always be grateful for your choice.
That day, the road was empty, except for one thing: a trash bag.
But this was no ordinary garbage bag; it seemed to be alive.
“I saw this trash bag in the road, and I thought to myself, ‘Did I just see that bag move?’ The closer I got, I realized it was moving,” Malissa told The Dodo.
Malissa felt she had to open the sack and see what was living inside.
Since she had no idea what was in the bag, she stepped out of the car and approached it gingerly.
Malissa understood that whatever was inside the bag didn’t get there on its own because the bag was tied.
Malissa carefully ripped apart the bag’s corner to have a look inside.
What was inside was even more surprising.
“It was a puppy. And he sure was glad to see me. As soon as I opened it up, and he saw light, he just started wagging his tail. I couldn’t believe it,” Malissa told The Dodo.
The dog was found in the middle of the road, having been put in a trash bag. Even if the small kid was only in there for a second, it would have been too long.
The puppy had a collar on, but no identification tags.
Since Malissa couldn’t bear to abandon the puppy, she drove him with her to class.
The puppy was eventually taken back to Malissa’s house by her son. After that, he and Malissa took the puppy to the vet to get checked out and immunized.
It’s unclear how the dog came to be in a bag on the side of the road.
Malissa called animal control after becoming concerned that the puppy would be abandoned or stolen.
The dog, however, was not reported as lost, and no one came forward to claim him.
Fortunately, Malissa and her family have adopted the puppy, so he will receive the care and attention he deserves. However, she is at a loss to fathom who would carry out such a heinous act.
“Who could do something like that to any animal? I don’t care who you are; everybody loves puppies. It’s a real coldhearted person to put an animal, any animal, in a garbage bag and dump it on the side of the road,” Malissa’s told The Dodo.
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