I thought everything was fine at home while I was away on a work trip until a message from my 10-year-old son shattered that belief. In just a few words, he revealed how my husband had made him feel like an outsider, and I knew I had to act fast to protect my child.
I was three days into a work trip. Just three days. I should’ve been enjoying my time and focused on my meetings. But instead, I found myself booking the first flight home after hearing that message from Jake.
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Everything had seemed fine at first. Our family wasn’t perfect, but we were happy, or so I thought. Jake, my eldest, was from my first marriage. He was ten now, a bright kid with a love for drawing and adventure.
Tommy, who was six, was from my marriage to Mark. The two boys got along like real brothers, always playing and laughing together. I never saw a problem.
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Each night, I would FaceTime the boys. They’d show me their drawings, tell me about their day, and I’d laugh along with them. Mark, my husband of seven years, was at home taking care of them. I trusted him. He’d always been great with Tommy. And I thought he was good with Jake, too.
Well, one regular evening, Jake sent me an audio message. His sweet voice filled the silence of my hotel room.
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“Hey, Mom. Today was good. Tommy and I played outside. Oh, and Tommy and Dad finished their food first, and then I got to eat what was left. Dad says it’s normal, and I should be okay with it. But, um, I think it was kinda weird. Was it?”
I stopped breathing. Played the message again. Leftovers? My 10-year-old son was eating leftovers? Why? And why would Mark say that was okay?
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I called Jake right away. He answered on the second ring, his voice light, not a care in the world.
“Hey, Mom!”
“Hey, sweetie,” I tried to keep my voice calm. “Can you tell me again about dinner?”
“Yeah,” Jake said. “Tommy and Dad ate first. He said it was their special time. Then Dad said I could have the rest. He said I could eat with my real dad if I wanted more time with him. But it’s fine, Mom. It’s no big deal.”
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No big deal? My heart ached. How could Mark say something like that to Jake? How could he make my son feel like he didn’t belong?
“I’ll be home soon, Jake,” I said, trying to keep the anger from my voice. “Okay? I’ll be home.”
Jake was quiet for a moment. “Okay, Mom. See you soon.”
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I didn’t think twice. As soon as Jake hung up, my mind was made up. My son needed me, and I had to get home. My job, the meetings, the deadlines — they all seemed so insignificant compared to this.
I booked the next available flight without hesitation. My hands were shaking as I packed my bag, thinking about Jake sitting at the table, eating leftovers while Mark and Tommy enjoyed their dinner together. How could Mark do that to him? How could he make Jake feel like he didn’t belong in his own home?
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My mind went back, looking for any signs of previous mistreatment. Had Mark ever hinted that he didn’t see Jake as his own? Had he ever made Jake feel like a stranger in our home?
Mark had always been a great dad to Tommy. I watched him play with Tommy for hours, teaching him how to ride a bike or helping him with homework.
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When I first met Mark, he embraced my situation. He knew I had Jake from my first marriage, and he stepped into our lives without hesitation. It wasn’t always easy blending a family, but we made it work.
He seemed like the perfect stepfather to Jake, too. Sure, it was different—Jake wasn’t his biological son—but I never thought Mark would treat him any less than a part of our family. Or, at least, until now.
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“Mom, is it normal that I only got to eat what was left?”
How could he do this?
When I landed the next day, my stomach was in knots. I needed to see Jake, to hold him, to make sure he was okay. But I also needed answers from Mark.
Would he even understand how badly he had hurt my son?
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When I got home, I was determined. I walked in, and there were Jake and Tommy playing on the floor, just like normal. Jake’s face lit up when he saw me.
“Mom! You’re back early!” he said, running over to hug me.
I held him close, my heart breaking a little. “Yeah, sweetie, I missed you too much.”
Mark was in the kitchen, and when he saw me, he looked surprised. “You’re back already?” His tone was casual, like nothing had happened.
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I didn’t respond. Not yet. I had a plan.
That evening, I made dinner — Jake’s favorite meal: spaghetti and meatballs. I didn’t ask Mark to help. I didn’t say anything to him at all. I just focused on my boys, making sure Jake and Tommy knew they were loved.
“Dinner’s ready!” I called, setting the table. Jake and Tommy ran over, excited. I served them both big portions, making sure Jake got his plate first. The three of us sat down, and I started eating with them, smiling and chatting about their day.
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Mark stood by the table, waiting. At first, he didn’t seem to notice that I hadn’t made him a plate. He just stood there, watching us eat.
Finally, he cleared his throat. “Where’s mine?”
I looked up at him calmly. “Oh, I thought you could have some special time with your food after we’re done. Just like you did with Jake.”
His face changed. He frowned, confusion spreading across it. “What? That’s different.”
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I shook my head, keeping my voice steady. “Is it? Because this is exactly what you did to Jake.”
Mark stood there, staring at me, trying to figure out what to say. He looked down at the table, realizing I wasn’t going to budge. I let the silence stretch for a moment, giving him time to think.
“You made Jake feel like he wasn’t part of this family,” I said quietly but firmly. “That’s not okay. Not ever.”
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Mark’s frustration was clear, but he didn’t argue. He sat down, and I handed him a plate with the leftover spaghetti. He didn’t say much, but I could tell he knew I was serious.
After dinner, once the boys were in bed, I sat down with Mark. I wasn’t angry anymore — just tired and disappointed. He needed to understand the damage he’d done, and I needed him to hear me.
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“Look,” he started, “I didn’t think it was a big deal. I just wanted to spend time with Tommy. Jake has his own dad, you know? I figured it’d be good for him to bond with his dad when he’s with him.”
I shook my head. “That’s not how this works, Mark. Jake lives here. He’s part of this family. When you married me, you married into this family, and that includes Jake. You don’t get to treat him like he’s second-best just because he has another dad.”
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Mark looked away, his jaw clenched. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.”
“I know you didn’t, but you did,” I replied softly. “You made him feel like he doesn’t belong here. That’s not something he should ever feel in his own home.”
He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “I didn’t think about it like that. I just thought—”
“You thought wrong,” I interrupted, my voice firm. “Jake is your son too. Maybe not by blood, but in every other way, he’s yours. If you can’t see that, then we have a problem.”
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Mark was silent for a long time. I could see him processing what I’d said, but I didn’t let him off the hook.
“If you ever make Jake feel like he’s not part of this family again, we’re done. No warnings. No second chances. You treat both boys equally, or you don’t treat either of them at all.”
He finally nodded, the weight of my words sinking in. “Okay,” he said quietly. “I understand.”
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The next morning, I watched from the kitchen as Mark made breakfast. He scrambled eggs for both boys, setting the table for all three of them. Tommy was his usual bubbly self, but I could see Mark making an effort with Jake, asking him about his drawings, trying to include him in the conversation.
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It was a small start, but it was something. Trust would take time to rebuild, but for now, it seemed like Mark understood what was at stake.
I wasn’t ready to forgive him yet. But I was hopeful that maybe, just maybe, things would get better.
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My Mother-in-Law Purchased the Perfect Mattress for Me – I Was Horrified When I Discovered Her Real Intentions
Despite her age, Julia was just full of life. She constantly walked in and out of our home, ready to throw herself into our kitchen.
“I just want to feed you guys,” she told me when I asked her to sit down, ready to cook for her instead.
“I don’t have anything else to do besides meet the ladies for drinks,” she chuckled.
It usually ended with us cooking together — Toby coming home to music and laughter echoing in the kitchen.
My parents were across the country because I had moved for college, and ended up settling down here with Toby. And as much as phone and video calls kept me close to my family, at the end of the day, Julia filled the role of a mother — a mother in close proximity anyway.
After three years of being married, Toby and I were trying to have a baby.
“I’m ready if you are,” Toby told me. “I think it’s time now.”
I agreed with Toby. I was ready — I wanted to be a mom.
So, we began trying. And for months, we just couldn’t get pregnant. And the longer we tried, the more reality set in. Maybe we just weren’t meant to have biological children.
“What do you want to do?” I asked Toby. “Keep trying?”
Toby nodded. I knew that he wouldn’t ask me to do anything I didn’t want to do, but I also knew that he desperately wanted to be a father.
So, torn, I turned to my mother-in-law for advice. Julia took me to meet with a wellness coach, she took me for fertility massages, and then, she even bought Toby and I a brand new mattress.
“Maybe your body is just not rested enough,” my mother-in-law said. “Maybe you just need to give your body the best chance possible at this.”
“Do you think that it was a bit unnecessary?” I asked Toby as we got into bed that night, testing out our new mattress.
“Normally, I would have said yes,” Toby admitted. “But maybe there’s something to what Mom said. Our mattress was horrible before. Maybe it will make a difference.”
And it did. Because not even a month later, I discovered that we were pregnant. At first, I didn’t know whether to tell my husband and our family because I was so nervous about everything.
I felt that if I acknowledged the truth, then maybe I was inviting something to happen. But it made no sense — my irrational fear was selfish. Toby needed to know that we were well on our way to being parents.
“Thank goodness,” Toby said, picking me up. “Finally!”
Once we were safe within the second trimester, we told our family — satisfied that our baby’s growth was on track.
And then, before we knew it, our daughter, Maddie, was born.
My mother-in-law took over, caring for the three of us while we navigated the new waters of parenthood. She cooked and cleaned, and took over Maddie’s early morning feeding times.
Julia’s presence made me feel loved, especially because my parents were unable to come over and meet our baby yet.
Until Toby discovered something in our home that changed the way I viewed Julia forever.
Toby and I didn’t mind that Maddie spent the night in our bed – it was just easier for me to feed her through the night. But one night, Maddie had a blow-out, causing our bed to suffer the consequences.
“You sort the baby out,” Toby yawned when I woke him up to Maddie’s drama. “I’ll sort the bed out.”
I picked up my daughter and took her into the bathroom – her blow-out called for a bath, not just a diaper change. Maddie cooed and pressed her gummy hands to my face.
“Sweet girl,” I told her. “You just have to make life difficult for Dad and me, huh?”
Meanwhile, what I didn’t know was that while Toby was stripping our bed, he had uncovered something strange attached to our mattress.
By the time I was done with Maddie, she was almost asleep again. So, I took her to our bedroom, ready to put her into the crib while I helped Toby change the bedding.
“Oh, honey,” he said when he saw me standing in the doorway. “We cannot use this anymore.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, setting Maddie down. “Did she get it into the mattress?”
Toby looked nervous. He had picked up the mattress so that it stood on its side.
“No, it’s not that,” he said.
I was perplexed, watching him struggle with words. “What are you talking about? It’s just a mattress, we’ll clean it–”
“No, Larissa,” he interrupted, his voice rising in panic. “It’s not just a mattress.”
By this point, I was sleep-deprived and slightly annoyed with my husband. Toby was not a man to fumble for his words, and yet, here he was, in the early hours of the morning, too uncertain to change the sheets.
“What?”
“Look what I found,” he said.
Toby handed me a little silk bag. Inside there were various herbs. I hadn’t seen the bag before.
“What is this? Where did you find it?” I asked.
“It was pinned to the mattress. It was under the mattress protector, so I think we just didn’t notice it before.”
“Fine, but what is it for?” I asked, confused and irritable.
“It’s fertility herbs, it has to be!” Toby exclaimed.
I had no idea what he was talking about.
“Listen, I don’t know if this is true or not, but I do know that my mother believes in old wives’ tales. What if this is one of those tales?”
“She would never do that,” I said. “No way!”
“Then where else did it come from?” Toby asked flatly.
He made us sleep in the guest bedroom – where Julia slept when she stayed over. But of course, I couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t silence my mind.
I looked at Maddie, sleeping in between Toby and me. She was perfect. Sure, we had a difficult time conceiving, but Maddie was our child through and through. She had my hair and Toby’s eyes. She was ours in every sense of the word.
But there was no mistaking the fact that she was born shortly after Julia had gifted us the bed.
Could those herbs have helped with Maddie’s birth? But was that even possible?
I don’t remember falling asleep, but when I woke up, the familiar smell of gas hit my nose. Outside, Toby was dousing our mattress. He threw the match on it as I stepped outside the back door.
The mattress went up in flames in an instant – the flames seemed to dance with a fervor that matched the turmoil inside me. I was trying to understand Julia’s motives. She had always been so close to us – to me – so I couldn’t understand why she would keep this away from me.
I didn’t understand the significance of the herbs, but if she had explained it to me, I wouldn’t have felt the paranoia and fear that had settled in my body since Toby’s discovery.
“What are you doing?” I exclaimed, hearing the fire grow louder.
“We couldn’t keep it, honey. We just couldn’t,” he said.
Toby had a deep fear for anything esoteric – anything that bordered the supernatural was too much for him. He would have rather slept in our car than spent another night in the house with the mattress.
As the mattress burned, I kept an eye on the baby monitor, watching Maddie sleep. The silence between Toby and I was heavy with the uncertainty of what had been going on in our home.
Later, Julia came over to make was breakfast as usual. My husband took the lead, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of betrayal.
“Mom, why didn’t you tell us about the mattress? About the herbs?” he asked.
I poured Julia a cup of tea – despite everything that we had learned, she was still one of my favorite people. I loved her like I loved my mother.
My mother-in-law’s face crumpled, her usual vibrancy replaced by a somber guilt.
“I just wanted to help. I knew that you were having trouble conceiving, and I thought that if it worked, you wouldn’t care how. I never meant to hurt either of you. Especially not my granddaughter.”
“What else did you do? What’s in the bag? Other than the herbs?” Toby’s questions flew hard and fast around our living room.
“Nothing!” Julia exclaimed, finally registering Toby’s fear. “It’s just dried herbs. I can give you a list of them,” she said. “I’ll take you both to the store where I got them from. It’s a sweet little apothecary next to my dentist. It’s a store all about natural wellness.”
“You could have just told us,” I found myself saying. “How we can trust anything you do now? How do we know if our baby is a miracle baby or just an outcome of your herbs?”
“Does that matter?” she asked, her eyes brimming with tears. “Maddie is here and she’s ours.”
I couldn’t exactly argue with that. Of course, Maddie was ours. I was just feeling wounded that Julia had done this and not told me. I also felt obligated to be angry with her – because my husband was livid.
“I’m sorry,” my mother-in-law whispered. “I really am.”
At her words, I felt Toby soften next to me.
“We need to start over, Mom,” he said. “If you plan on doing anything like this again, you have to tell us first. We need to know what’s going on in our own homes.”
Julia nodded and smiled at us. She seemed shaken that we had discovered the truth.
I was confused – there was a part of me that was eternally grateful to her because I know how difficult it was for us to get pregnant. But at the same time, how could sleeping on a bunch of herbs actually help us get pregnant?
Toby spent the rest of the day looking for mattresses online, while Julia baked us a tart for lunch. I just reveled in spending time with my daughter.
What do you think? Do you believe in natural remedies and old wives tales?
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