Olive finally got a good job right when her son, Chris, left for college. She was so happy to be able to help him with everything he needed. As Chris stood at the train station, about to leave for New York, Olive reassured him, “Chris, don’t worry about anything. I’ll pay for as much as I can. If you need anything, just call me.”
For most of Chris’s life, Olive had struggled to make ends meet. She raised him on her own and studied at night to improve their situation. While Chris always had food and a roof over his head, Olive could never afford the things other kids had. His gifts were often second-hand, and Olive felt guilty for not being able to give him more.
Despite this, she loved him deeply and worked hard to ensure he had the best future possible. Seven years passed, and they only talked through video calls, but one day, Chris returned home and was shocked by what had happened.
Olive was finally earning a decent salary and felt proud she could give Chris anything he needed. “Thank you, Mom,” Chris said, hugging her tightly before getting on the train to New York.
Years passed, and one day, Chris decided to visit his mom. He knocked on the door of his childhood home, but there was no answer. Confused, he peeked through the window—and couldn’t believe what he saw. The house was completely empty.
***
“Mrs. Franklin, you should come to visit! I’m so huge now!” Chris’s fiancée, Rosalie, said cheerfully during a video call, showing off her baby bump. Olive smiled through the screen, but something weighed heavily on her mind.
“Mom, I wanted to ask you something,” Chris began, scratching the back of his head nervously. “Since Rosalie and I are about to graduate and we’re having a baby, I was wondering if you could help us with a house. We’ve already found one in New Jersey. We can’t afford to live in the city, but it’s beautiful, and it reminds me of home.”
Olive stared at her son, deep in thought. “Well, I… don’t know,” she hesitated, thinking about her savings and the hard work she’d put in over the years. She was finally planning for her retirement.
“Please, Mom,” Chris pleaded, explaining the cost of the house and how much they needed for a down payment. He also mentioned that Rosalie didn’t have any family to help them out.
After a long pause, Olive sighed. “Ok, Chris, ok. I think we can work something out.” She knew it would mean using up her entire savings and living even more frugally, but it was possible.
Chris’s face lit up. “Thank you! Thank you, Mom! I don’t know what I’d do without you!” he said, nearly in tears. Olive smiled back, knowing that all her sacrifices were worth it.
***
“I wish you guys could come this Christmas,” Olive said in front of her computer, as she had done many times over the years. It had been seven years since Chris left home, and he hadn’t returned to their Maryland hometown. All their communication was through video calls. Olive was missing out on her granddaughter’s life, and it hurt her deeply. But everyone was always busy, and she felt lonelier with each passing year.
Olive was working harder than ever, still helping Chris financially. She had already depleted her savings once, and now, after helping him start a business, they were almost gone again. Olive never asked Chris for anything in return, but she wished they would at least visit her, as she couldn’t make the trip herself.
“We can’t, Mom. Not this year,” Chris said, shaking his head apologetically during another video call. “But thank you for the gifts you sent Mallory. She loves them. You’re an amazing grandma.”
“Can you put her on the screen?” Olive asked gently. She smiled as she watched her granddaughter, but the longing to hold her was overwhelming.
***
What Olive didn’t know was that Chris was finally planning a surprise visit. He couldn’t afford plane tickets for Rosalie and Mallory to come with him, but he was excited to see his mother after so many years.
However, when his taxi pulled up in front of the house, Chris frowned. It was 9 p.m., and the house was completely dark. He told the driver to wait for a moment and stepped out. Something was off. The porch furniture was gone, the plants his mother had always cared for were missing, the garden was overgrown, and even the welcome mat was no longer there. His heart sank as he walked toward the door.
Chris knocked on the door again, but there was still no response. He peeked through the window and was shocked—everything inside was gone. *Did Mom move? Why didn’t she tell me?* he thought, feeling a knot of concern form in his chest.
“Chris? Is that you?” a familiar voice called out.
He turned around to see Mrs. Torres, the elderly woman who had lived next door his entire life. “Mrs. Torres! Hi!” he greeted.
“What are you doing here, kid?” she asked, surprised.
“I’m here to see Mom. Do you know where she is?” Chris asked, frowning, feeling more confused by the second.
“Oh, dear. Your mother moved away about two years ago. She sold the house, but the new owners only moved out a few weeks ago. I’m not sure who’s moving in next,” Mrs. Torres said, her face scrunching up as she spoke.
“She never told me,” Chris muttered in disbelief. “Do you know where she went?”
“Yes, I have her new address somewhere. Come inside,” Mrs. Torres replied, leading him to her house. After a few minutes, she handed Chris a piece of paper with the address written on it.
Chris read it and frowned deeply. The address was in a part of town known for being run-down. “Do you know why she moved to that area?” he asked Mrs. Torres, feeling uneasy.
“No, honey. But I know she has a roommate now,” Mrs. Torres said with a shrug, leaving Chris even more puzzled.
Feeling anxious, Chris returned to the taxi and gave the driver the new address. The car pulled up to a shabby apartment complex on a poorly lit street. The building’s paint was peeling, and it looked neglected. Chris hurried inside, noticing there was no security as he easily made his way up to the apartment.
When Olive opened the door, her eyes widened in shock. “Chris? What are you doing here?”
“Mom! What is going on? Why did you sell the house?” Chris asked, bewildered and upset.
Olive sighed heavily and stepped aside, inviting her son into the small, cramped living room. Once they sat down, she began to explain.
“The first time you asked for money for the house, I still had some savings left, so I used them to help you and Rosalie. But when you asked for money for your business, I didn’t have anything saved up. So, I decided to sell the house and give you most of the profit,” Olive said, her voice calm but tinged with sadness.
Chris was stunned. He had no idea. The realization that his mother had sold her home to help him was like a punch to the gut. “Mom, why didn’t you tell me? I never would’ve taken that money if I had known. I feel terrible… I’ve been so careless,” he said, his voice breaking with guilt.
“But, sweetheart, I just wanted you to succeed,” Olive explained softly. “I couldn’t give you much when you were younger, and I wanted to make up for it. I didn’t want you to struggle…”
Chris shook his head, his heart heavy. “Mom, you didn’t fail me. You gave me everything that mattered. I wish I had seen that sooner,” he said, his voice filled with regret.
“Mom, you gave me everything I ever needed,” Chris said, his voice shaking with emotion. “I only asked for help because I thought you could afford it. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for not checking on you, for not visiting, and for letting you live here, with a roommate, at your age. I’m so sorry.” Tears of frustration streamed down his face.
Olive, with tears in her eyes, hugged her son tightly. They held each other, both overwhelmed with emotion. Chris made many promises that night, vowing never to let her struggle again. Later, he called Rosalie and explained everything. Together, they agreed it was time to move Olive closer to them.
Fortunately, Olive found a new job in New Jersey quickly, and within a few months, they had built an in-law suite for her. Olive was finally close to her family and could enjoy every moment with her granddaughter, Mallory.
Chris worked hard and repaid his mother every penny she had given him for the house and his business, which had become a huge success. Their family was comfortable, and most importantly, Chris never let his mother sacrifice for him again. Olive never missed another precious moment of her granddaughter’s life, and Chris made sure that she would always be taken care of from then on.
3 Stories of Parents’ First Encounters with Their Children’s Partners That Took Unexpected Turns
Meeting your child’s significant other can be nerve-wracking, but for these parents, the first encounters took unexpected and shocking turns. From hidden secrets to surprising revelations, these stories prove that family ties are sometimes tested in the most unbelievable ways.
Every parent hopes their child finds happiness, but what happens when meeting their partner brings more questions than answers? Scroll down to read three stories where things took an unexpected turn the day these parents met their children’s significant others.
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1. My Only Daughter Terrified Me When She Revealed the Rare Habit Her Boyfriend Had
After our Sunday dinner, my daughter Susan brought the last dishes to the sink. She had this look on her face that signaled something important was coming.
“Mom,” she began, “you know I’ve been seeing someone new, right?”
“Yes!” I replied. “What about him?”
Susan rarely shared much about her relationships. At 24, she kept her love life close to her chest, so I was always ready to listen when she did open up.
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“His name’s Jack,” she said. “He’s quirky, and maybe it’s because of the age difference, but he has this strange habit.”
“Oh?” I asked, curious.
“He only eats the top of the muffin! Says it’s the best part,” she giggled.
My hands froze, the plate slipping from my grasp and shattering on the floor. That habit was too familiar.
“Mom! Are you okay?” Susan rushed to clean up the broken pieces.
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“I’m fine, sweetheart,” I said, though my mind was spinning.
The memory of my Jack and his habit of eating just the muffin tops flooded back. Could it really be the same person?
Later that night, I lay in bed, thinking about him.
Jack was the man who had once been the center of my world. We parted ways years ago when life pulled us in different directions. He went abroad to study, while I stayed behind to care for my father.
Eventually, I married Phil and had Susan. However, my marriage with Phil ended in divorce a few years later.
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At that point, Jack was still in my heart.
Could Susan’s Jack be the same Jack? I thought, but I was too afraid to ask my daughter.
Months passed, and every time Susan mentioned Jack, the unease grew. I avoided meeting him because I was too terrified to confront the possibility.
Then came the day Susan called me.
“Mom, Jack proposed!” she exclaimed. “We’re getting married!”
A few minutes later, she sent a photo of her ring, and it was beautiful. But Jack wasn’t in sight.
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As Susan prepared for the wedding, she often asked if she could come to my place with Jack. I came up with a new excuse every time, trying my best to avoid meeting him.
However, as the wedding day approached, I couldn’t avoid meeting him any longer.
I prepared myself for the worst at my daughter’s wedding.
As I stepped inside the venue, my gaze landed on the groom.
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“Thank God,” I whispered to myself.
The man standing next to my daughter wasn’t my Jack. Feeling relaxed, I began talking to the guests.
A few minutes later, I heard a voice behind me.
“Elizabeth?”
I turned, and there he was. My Jack, standing with his son, Susan’s fiancé.
The world seemed to stop as we locked eyes. He looked as stunned as I felt.
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“Susan’s your daughter? I had no idea!” Jack exclaimed.
We spoke briefly during the reception, catching up on the years that had passed. He had lived a life parallel to mine.
He got married, parted ways with his wife, and now had children who meant everything to him.
I felt so happy watching Susan walk down the aisle that day. This was her moment, her future, and the love in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.
Later, as Jack handed me a glass of champagne, he said softly, “I came back for you, but you were gone.”
“I had to leave after my father passed,” I whispered.
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“I’m sorry,” he said, and I knew he meant it.
While dancing with Susan that night, I realized this wasn’t just her new beginning. It was a moment of healing for me too.
Jack and I had come full circle, but this time, it wasn’t about us. It was about my daughter’s happiness and that was all that mattered.
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2. Woman Humiliated Me at a Restaurant, but the Next Day, She Appeared at My Door as My DIL
I’ve always lived simply, saving everything for my son, John. I raised him alone, and now he is a hardworking business owner.
One day, I decided to visit his new restaurant to surprise him. I wore my usual modest clothes and took a bus.
Upon reaching there, I walked in and found a quiet table by the window. The waiter greeted me, and I asked him to bring me a cup of tea.
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As I waited, a young woman dressed in designer clothes approached me with a smug expression.
“Excuse me,” she said condescendingly, “This table is reserved for my boyfriend and me. You’ll have to move.”
I was startled. “Oh, I didn’t realize. There wasn’t a reservation sign.”
“Doesn’t matter. This table is for someone dressed more… appropriately. You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself.”
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Her words made me angry, but I didn’t want to cause a scene. I quietly gathered my things and left without even meeting John.
I felt extremely humiliated but didn’t tell my son about it because I thought that would spoil our meeting the next day.
Little did I know that things would only get worse.
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The following day, I was preparing lunch at home, eager to meet John’s girlfriend. I was so excited when the doorbell rang, but it immediately faded away when I opened the door.
The same woman who had humiliated me at the restaurant was now standing on my doorstep. She was John’s girlfriend.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she recognized me, but then she just smiled. She pretended like she was meeting me for the first time.
“Mom, meet Sarah,” John said.
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“Hi, Sarah,” I said, forcing a smile. “Please come in.”
As we sat down to eat, John began talking about their plans. Then, he dropped a bombshell.
“Mom, Sarah has a great idea. She wants to buy a café, and we were hoping you could lend us some money to help get it started.”
“A café?” I asked, looking at her with wide eyes. “That’s a lot of money, John.”
Before John could respond, Sarah stood abruptly and excused herself to use the restroom.
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I immediately turned to John once she left. “Are you sure about this? I don’t trust her, John. She treated me poorly yesterday at your restaurant.”
“What are you talking about?” John asked, confused.
Then, I told him everything that happened yesterday.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
Before I could say more, Sarah returned and sensed the tension.
“What’s going on?” she asked sweetly.
“Mom says she won’t give us the money,” John replied, clearly upset.
Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “Why not?”
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“I don’t trust you, Sarah,” I said. “You treated me terribly yesterday at the restaurant.”
She feigned innocence at first, but when that didn’t work, her tone changed.
“If your mom doesn’t accept me, our relationship is over,” she spat, turning around to leave.
I thought my son would stay back, but he didn’t. He stood up, held her hand, and left me alone.
At that point, I knew Sarah wasn’t the right woman for John. I felt helpless because I couldn’t do anything to make him realize that.
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A month later, I received an invitation to the café’s opening. John told me he had arranged the money for Sarah through a few friends.
“I’ll be there, sweetheart,” I told John as a plan brewed in my mind. “I’ll definitely be there.”
On the day of the opening, I wore my best dress and took a bus to the café.
“Mom! How are you?” John greeted me at the entrance. “Come in, the celebrations are about to begin.”
I smiled and made my way inside.
A few minutes later, I asked Sarah to step out with me for a short conversation. Before leaving, I discreetly nodded to the bartender, signaling to set my plan into motion.
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“So, Sarah, I’m curious about your plans for the café. How do you see its future?” I asked casually.
Sarah smiled, confident in her victory. “Oh, it’s going to be a great success. I’ve got big plans.”
“Really? And what about the money John arranged for you? How are you planning to use it?”
I quietly watched as she rolled her eyes.
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“Oh, that? It’ll help with the expansion and a few personal investments,” she said before looking around to ensure we were alone. “You see, I need John only for the financial benefits. Love is nice, but security is better.”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Your son loves me so much. He’s never gonna realize he’s being manipulated. And we all saw how he refused to believe you the other day,” she chuckled.
After a few more minutes of her revealing her true intentions, I decided it was time to return inside.
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Everyone was silent when we stepped inside.
“What’s up, babe?” Sarah asked, but John just looked at her with wide eyes.
“Mom was right about you,” he said. “I heard everything you said outside.”
Sarah had no idea I had connected my phone to the Bluetooth speaker in the café, and everyone had heard our conversation. Everyone in the room knew Sarah didn’t love John.
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“John, it’s not what you think!” she pleaded, but it was too late.
John, humiliated and heartbroken, ended their relationship. He later apologized to me over a quiet dinner.
3. I Met My Fiancé’s Parents, Only to Find Another Woman Posing as Me at Dinner
I’ll never forget the first time Mark and I met. It wasn’t love at first sight or any kind of sight, actually. We worked at the same company for three years without ever crossing paths. But one day, Mark emailed me about a sales issue, and that’s how it all began.
He called me to discuss the email, and soon our work-related conversations turned into something else. I found myself looking forward to his calls.
Eventually, he asked me out on a date.
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“Are you sure, Mark? I might not be what you expect,” I told him.
After all, I wasn’t the slim, polished woman someone like Mark might typically go for.
“Anna,” he said, “I love tea, and you’re my cup of tea.”
I laughed and agreed to the date.
When we finally met in person, I could see the surprise in Mark’s eyes. I wasn’t blind. I knew I was plus-size, and that wasn’t always what people expected.
But by the end of that lunch, we had hit it off. I thought we were perfect together.
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Six months later, Mark proposed. It was a dream come true, but something always felt off.
He kept me away from his friends and family, and I could tell he was embarrassed about my size.
Still, I thought love could overcome anything. I didn’t know how wrong I was.
One day, Mark’s parents were hosting their 40th wedding anniversary. He told me we’d drive up to Connecticut and spend the weekend with them.
I was excited to finally meet his family.
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But then, just two days before the event, Mark called with some bad news.
“I’m flying to Colorado for a work emergency,” he said. “I’ll meet you in Connecticut on Saturday, but you can’t come with me.”
I was disappointed, but I wanted to surprise him. So, I decided to deliver the anniversary gift to his parents myself. Wrong decision.
I knocked on the door, and an older woman answered a few minutes later.
“Yes?” she asked with a smile.
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“Hi, I’m Anna, Mark’s fiancée,” I introduced myself. “This is an anniversary gift for his parents.”
Her smile vanished.
“Is this a joke?” she asked, stunned. “Mark’s fiancée is inside having dinner with us right now.”
Confused and horrified, I pushed past her and into the dining room. There, sitting next to Mark, was a beautiful, slim woman clinging to his arm.
“Mark! What’s going on?” I demanded.
I still remember the look on his face.
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“Anna, this isn’t what you think. She’s an actress. I—”
“I don’t understand,” I cut him off. “If you didn’t love me, why did you propose?”
“I do love you!” he insisted. “I just… I was afraid. You know, you’re so… big.”
His words broke my heart. I immediately took off my engagement ring and placed it on the table.
“If you loved me, you wouldn’t be ashamed of me,” I said quietly and walked out.
Mark tried calling me for days, but I didn’t pick up. I couldn’t. I was heartbroken. How could someone who claimed to love me be so ashamed of who I was?
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A few days later, I arrived at work and saw a crowd gathered outside the building. Everyone was pointing at a huge billboard across the street. I gasped when I saw it.
There was a picture of Mark and me with the words, “I LOVE ANNA AND I WANT TO MARRY HER!”
Before I could process it, Mark appeared, dropping to one knee.
“Anna, I’m an idiot,” he said. “But I love you. Please marry me.”
I stood there for a moment as tears streamed down my cheeks.
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“You ARE an idiot,” I finally said. “But I still love you.”
Now, we’re planning our winter wedding in Connecticut. I never thought I’d forgive him, but love, it turns out, is bigger than any fear.
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