My Teenage Son Spent Grandma’s Funeral Savings on a Game — The Family Taught Him a Lesson

When Judy discovers that her teenage son has been stealing and using his grandmother’s money to satisfy his gaming addiction, she has no choice but to teach him a lesson that he will never forget.

I’ve always heard about there being one child in every family who just goes overboard and does stupid things.

I didn’t expect my son to be that child in our family.

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A smiling teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

My teenage son, Brandon, like most teenage boys his age, had gotten into gaming. And whenever a new game came out, he would get obsessed over it and watch the trailers, begging me to buy it.

“It’s ridiculous, Brandon,” I would say firmly. “I’m not giving you money for stupid games.”

But he was as persistent as they came. And when the latest version of his favorite game came out, he would whine and plead daily.

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A teenage boy playing on a computer | Source: Midjourney

“Please, Mom,” he would ask at every opportunity. “Please, just this game and I won’t ask for anything else.”

“Brandon, I’ve already said no,” I would say. “Please, stop nagging. This discussion is over.”

Then, a week ago, the whining stopped. Brandon retreated to his room and was stuck behind his computer again, talk of the game long forgotten.

I was relieved, thinking that he had finally moved past this phase.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

“I don’t know how else to tell him that we cannot spend money on video games,” I told my husband, Liam.

“I know,” he agreed. “It’s time that Brandon realizes that there’s more to life than just sitting behind a computer. And if he insists on it, then it’s time to get a part-time job to pay for his games.”

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A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

Everything seemed fine as we settled back into our routine.

Until I received a panicked call from my mom.

“My savings for the funeral! They disappeared!” Her voice trembled with fear and confusion. “Judy, they’re gone!”

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A shocked old woman | Source: Midjourney

Now, I should probably explain this part:

My mother is as eccentric as they come. And for the past three years, she has gotten it into her head that she needs to save up for her funeral. She’s healthy as can be, but it’s something that she does as a comfort.

“It’s not my fault, Judy,” she would say. “Some of my friends are passing away now, and I have to be prepared, too.”

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An urn on a stool | Source: Midjourney

She would pick up her paintbrushes and splash wet paint all over her studio as she spoke.

“And it’s okay if you think I’m crazy, darling,” she would continue. “But at the end of the day, I have to do what gives me peace of mind.”

Since then, my mother had been putting away money each month.

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A person holding a paintbrush | Source: Midjourney

“Where are you storing it, Mom?” I asked her one day. “Please tell me that you have a separate bank account.”

“No, Judy,” she replied, her eyes wide. “Then we definitely won’t get it out in time for you to use for my funeral. No, it’s in a little wooden box under my bed.”

“That’s not safe, Mom,” I replied. “Anyone could get to it!”

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A little wooden box | Source: Midjourney

“My neighborhood is safe, darling,” she said. “Don’t you worry about that. I just need you to know where it is when you need it. You know, when the time comes.”

Little did I know, my son had heard this entire conversation.

“Calm down, Mom. I’m sure that there’s an explanation for this,” I said, trying to soothe her.

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A woman on the phone | Source: Midjourney

It took hours to calm her down, and every time I thought she was okay, she would burst into tears all over again.

“I should have listened to you, Judy,” she cried. “Keeping the money lying around was a very stupid thing to do.”

But as I hung up, I knew two things: who was at fault and what I was going to do.

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A sad old woman | Source: Midjourney

A week earlier, Liam and I had gone away for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary, and we had left Brandon with my mother.

He had been present when my mother and I had the conversation about her savings and the little wooden box that held it.

I could remember him sitting at her kitchen table, eating the cookies she had made for him, and listening intently to the conversation.

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Cookies on a plate | Source: Midjourney

“Gran is really worried about dying?” he asked me in the car.

“It’s normal for her to be worried,” I replied.

Now, I pieced together the story quickly. Brandon must have thought that my mother wouldn’t notice the missing money. Or maybe he did, but he didn’t care about the consequences.

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A woman driving | Source: Midjourney

All he had wanted was to satisfy his gaming obsession.

“Brandon, do you know anything about Grandma’s missing money?” I asked him later that evening as we cooked dinner together.

My son’s face paled in front of me.

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A shocked teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

“No, why would I know anything about that?” he replied, a little too quickly. “Gran didn’t tell me.”

By that point, I was certain that it was him. His tone was all off, and I had offered him a chance to confess.

The following weekend, he begged to spend the night at my mother’s house.

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A smiling teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

“Please, Mom,” he said. “I’m sure Gran isn’t feeling too safe at the moment.”

I allowed it, thinking that he’d try to sneak the money back.

And sure enough, when I went to pick him up, my mother opened the door beaming.

“You’ll never guess what!” she said, pulling me into a tight hug.

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A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

“What happened?” I asked, curiosity taking over me.

“Last night, after Brandon and I had dinner, he asked me about the money and said that he wanted to check my room,” she said.

“Oh, he said that, huh?” I asked.

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A stack of dollars | Source: Midjourney

“Yes! And he found it! He said that I must have misplaced it, and I guess that maybe I did. Most of it is there, except for about $100, but I could have used that on my nails last week for all I know.”

“I’m glad you found it, Mom,” I said earnestly, but inside, I was seething.

The plan was simple. I texted Liam and told him everything, asking him to call for a family meeting later that evening. We needed to teach Brandon a lesson that he wouldn’t forget any time soon.

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A person using their phone | Source: Midjourney

After dinner, Liam stood up.

“We need to have a family meeting now,” he said. “It’s important. Don’t worry about the dishes, love, we can do it later.”

Brandon and I followed Liam into the living room and we sat down.

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A teenager sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Brandon, Gran told me about you finding her money last night. Her memory seems to be going, doesn’t it? Maybe we should consider a nursing home?”

Liam nodded his head slowly.

“Look, Judy, I know that it’s painful to think about. But maybe that will be the best thing, if she’s worried about her memory.”

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A close-up of a man | Source: Midjourney

“What? No! She’s fine!” Brandon protested, his eyes wide with panic.

“Well, she’s lost her money once. What if it’s her keys or she forgets to take her medication or put the stove off?” my husband added, playing his part perfectly.

My son’s face turned a deep shade of red.

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A close-up of a teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

“She didn’t lose the money! It was there all along!” he said.

“So, you’re saying that Grandma’s lying?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I’m saying that maybe she’s just confused,” he said, squirming in his seat.

“If she’s that confused, then maybe a nursing home is best,” I replied.

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An old woman at a nursing home | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll make some calls tomorrow,” my husband said.

Finally, Brandon’s façade crumbled.

“Okay, okay! I took the money! I’m sorry! But I just wanted to buy my game. I didn’t think that it would cause so much trouble.”

We let him sit in silence for a moment, the weight of his confession hanging in the air.

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An upset teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

“Brandon, stealing is wrong. And lying about it makes it worse,” I said softly. “You’re going to have to make this right.”

“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. I’ll get a summer job and pay Grandma back. I promise.”

“That’s a start,” I said. “But you also need to apologize to Grandma. And you’re going to tell her the truth. Not me. And you’re grounded from using your computer until you’ve paid back every cent. Do you understand?”

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A close-up of a stern woman | Source: Midjourney

Brandon nodded, tears streaming down his face.

“I will, I promise. I’ll get a job at the ice cream place and I’ll make everything right.”

Of course, he had no other choice.

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An ice cream store | Source: Midjourney

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My Kids Listed My House on Airbnb While I Was in the Hospital — I Found a Way to Teach Them a Lesson

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“I want you to tell Denise to book it,” I said. “But they’ll recognize that it’s her, so she’s probably going to need to create a new account. Do you think she’ll be okay with that?”

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A phone opened to an Airbnb app | Source: Pexels

“Of course, she will!” Liz said. “Anything for you. But then what?”

“I’m getting discharged tomorrow,” I said. “But the kids think that I’ll be here until the end of the week. So, let them think that they’re going to make some money off the place.”

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A close-up of a woman’s IV and hospital band | Source: Midjourney

“You want Denise to rent the place, but you want to mess it up?” Liz chuckled. “That’s devious.”

“No, my children are devious,” I said.

I hung up the call, and the nurse brought my lunch to me, ready to leave me alone to eat while she did her rounds.

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A Woman Who Was Dumped Just Before Wedding Because of Her Weight Gets Her “Revenge Body” and Wins a Beauty Pageant

Jen Atkin’s life took an unforeseen turn just as she believed her future was on solid ground. Her fiancé ended the relationship, attributing it to her perceived weight gain. However, destiny had a comical script of its own.

Fast-forward to today, Jen has been crowned Miss Britain, transforming her past heartbreak into a remarkable victory. Life has a knack for delivering unexpected plot twists, and we’re excited to convey her inspiring message to our cherished readers.

Before ascending to fame, Jen faced a multitude of challenges.

Six years ago, Jen Atkin was immersed in envisioning her perfect wedding, painting her dreams with vibrant colors, only to have the canvas abruptly yanked away. Her fiancé chose to end the relationship, and the reason was rather astonishing: Jen was allegedly indulging in excessive junk food.

During her childhood, Jen confronted a multitude of challenges. Hurtful words and taunts accompanied her journey to the playground, as people bestowed the cruel nickname “Jen fat-kin” upon her, their derogatory remarks echoing in her ears and causing her heartache. To compound the cruelty, they went so far as to throw food at her, leaving her deeply wounded. This period was undeniably tough for Jen, and the lasting scars of those experiences stayed with her.

She grappled with an intricate relationship with food.

Recognizing her struggle, Atkin courageously confessed to her own denial regarding her body and the intricate relationship she had with food. She opened up about how, despite her mother’s lovingly prepared homemade meals, she secretly indulged in fast food, chips, and sweets. Describing her body as an insatiable pit, she spoke of uncontrollable eating without any breaks, a habit that intensified during her teenage years.

To complicate matters further, when she turned 18 and obtained her driver’s license, the accessibility to fast food became dangerously convenient. Alongside her boyfriend, they would frequent bars and indulge in takeout while binge-watching their favorite shows, unknowingly feeding into an unhealthy cycle.

Atkin held a distinctive perspective on her weight and body image, firmly convinced that her boyfriend loved her unconditionally.

Nevertheless, the bubble of bliss burst abruptly when her partner chose to terminate their relationship right in the midst of wedding planning. It was a jarring awakening for Atkin, as she confronted the harsh reality that her belief in their unwavering love was shattered. The unexpected breakup compelled her to reevaluate her perception of herself and confront the painful truth head-on.

The breakup took its toll on Atkin, who found comfort in food and secluded herself at home. It was a pivotal moment when she realized she couldn’t fit into her size 20 dress, prompting her to weigh herself and discover the shocking extent of her weight gain. This realization sparked a determination within her to make a change and embark on a self-care journey.

In response, she resolved to sculpt a revenge body.

Upon enrolling at a local gym, Atkin embarked on an incredible transformation. In just two years, she went from a size 22 to a size 10. Empowered by her progress, she delved into beauty pageants and achieved remarkable success, ranging from being crowned Miss Scunthorpe to finishing as the first runner-up in Miss England 2018. Taking a brief hiatus, she received a recommendation for the 75th Miss Great Britain competition, offering her one last opportunity at pageant glory.

Atkin’s journey culminated in her being crowned Miss Great Britain during a breathtaking final ceremony held in Leicester. The announcement left her stunned, and she exclaimed, “I’m still in shock at winning. I’m so happy I can’t even put it into words — I honestly can’t believe it.”

Atkin feels that her ex would likely take pride in her achievements, yet she has no desire to rekindle their past relationship. Having found the love of her life, she tied the knot with Chris just five months before clinching the title of Miss Great Britain. Undoubtedly, her joy and marital happiness probably contributed to her winning charisma in the competition.

Not every journey to becoming a beauty queen unfolds seamlessly. Here’s another remarkable case of a woman who encountered challenges related to her appearance before ultimately earning the title of Miss England.

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