My Mom Called Me from Her Honeymoon Begging Me to Save Her from Her New Husband

When my mom called me from her honeymoon, begging me to save her from her new husband, I thought she was in real danger. Nothing could’ve prepared me for what she told me or how I had to step in to fix it.

I’ve always been close to my mom, Diane.

She’s been my rock, my best friend, and the person who taught me everything about love and resilience. But after my dad passed away 10 years ago, things changed.

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

She became quiet, and withdrawn, like a shadow of the vibrant woman she used to be. She barely called or texted anymore, and every time I tried to check in, she insisted she was fine.

But I could tell she wasn’t.

One day, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I called her and said, “Mom, why don’t you come stay with me for a while? It’ll be fun. We can binge-watch those cooking shows you love and eat way too much ice cream.”

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A woman talking to her mother | Source: Midjourney

At first, she resisted, but after a bit of cajoling, she finally agreed.

A week later, she moved into my guest room, and I made it my mission to bring her back to life.

I started encouraging her to get out of the house, make new friends, and attend neighborhood events.

“You’re still young, Mom,” I told her. “You deserve to have fun and meet people. Dad would want that for you.”

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A woman talking to her mother | Source: Midjourney

To be honest, that wasn’t the easiest thing to do.

She’d sigh and roll her eyes whenever I suggested going to a book club or joining a gardening group. But eventually, she started saying yes.

Slowly but surely, I saw the spark return to her eyes. She started laughing more, talking about her new friends, and even picking up some of her old hobbies.

I was so relieved to see this side of her again.

Then, about a year ago, Mom told me about Greg. She invited him over for lunch one day.

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A man standing in a room | Source: Midjourney

“He’s just a friend,” she said, but the way her cheeks turned pink told me otherwise.

Greg was a tall, silver-haired man with kind eyes and a soft-spoken demeanor. He seemed sweet, the kind of man who would hold doors open and always say please and thank you.

After he left, I couldn’t help teasing her.

“So, Mom, is Greg really just a friend, or is there more to the story?”

Her blush deepened.

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A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

“Well, umm… he’s, uh, he’s my boyfriend,” she admitted.

“OMG, what?” I looked at her with wide eyes. “Mom! You never told me about him!”

“I didn’t know how to…” she said. “I mean—”

“I’m so happy for you, Mom!” I cut her off and pulled her into a hug. “That’s so, so amazing!”

“But, uh,” she began. “Do you think it’s okay? I mean, dating someone else after your dad… is that fine?”

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A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney

“Mom, of course, it’s okay,” I put my hands on her shoulders. “You deserve to be happy. Think about Dad. He always wanted to see you happy, right? He’d want you to move forward and do things in life. You can’t put your life on hold forever, can you?”

Her eyes glistened as she nodded. “You’re right. I just… I hope I’m doing the right thing.”

“You are,” I said firmly. “Greg seems like a great guy. And you’re allowed to have a second chance at happiness.”

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

From that moment, she fully embraced her relationship with Greg. They dated for a while, and when he proposed, she said yes.

Their wedding was a small but beautiful ceremony, filled with love and laughter. As I watched my mom walk down the aisle, I thought to myself, Maybe this is her happily ever after.

And for a while, it seemed like everything was perfect. But then I received the phone call that sent a shiver down my spine.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

So, after their wedding, Mom and Greg left for their honeymoon in the Florida Keys. It was Mom’s dream trip, and she deserved every bit of it.

I was so happy for her.

My phone rang the day after they arrived, and I saw her name on the screen. Naturally, I assumed she was calling to gush about how amazing everything was.

“Mom!” I answered cheerfully. “How’s paradise?”

But her shaky voice on the other end told me something was wrong.

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A woman looking at her phone | Source: Midjourney

“Kayla,” she whispered. “Please. Come and save me from him. I beg you.”

“Mom, what’s going on?” I asked as I sat up straight. “Are you okay?”

“It’s Greg,” she said. “He’s not who I thought he was.”

My mind raced with worst-case scenarios.

“What do you mean? Did he do something? Is he dangerous?” I was already grabbing my car keys, ready to drive to Florida if I had to.

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A car key | Source: Pexels

She took a deep breath.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said bitterly. “But he brought his kids, and their kids, on our honeymoon. And he expects me to babysit them.”

“Wait… what?”

“Yesterday, he said he had a surprise for me,” she explained. “I thought it was going to be something romantic, like a sunset dinner or a couples’ massage. Instead, his adult children showed up with their toddlers in tow.”

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A woman holding a baby | Source: Pexels

I couldn’t believe Greg was capable of doing something so absurd.

“There are four of them, Kayla. Four,” Mom cried. “And now I’m stuck babysitting while Greg spends all his time with his kids.”

“You mean to tell me he brought his entire family on your honeymoon? Without asking you?”

“Yes!” she cried. “And now he’s saying that since I’m ‘the new mom,’ it’s my job to help out. Help out! On my honeymoon! What does he think he’s doing?”

I could hear the frustration and exhaustion in her voice.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Midjourney

My mom, the woman who had given up everything to raise me after my dad passed away, was being treated like a nanny on what was supposed to be the happiest trip of her life.

I felt a wave of anger rush through my body.

“That’s insane!” I snapped. “Who does he think he is? Don’t worry, Mom. I’m coming, and we’re putting an end to this nonsense.”

“Kayla, you don’t have to—”

“No, Mom,” I interrupted, my voice steely. “I’m not letting him treat you like this. Pack your bags. I’ll be there by morning.”

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A woman sitting near a window | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, I arrived at the resort. I was in such a beautiful place, but unfortunately, I wasn’t there to relax. I was there to fight. To tell Greg he couldn’t mistreat my mother.

To make my point crystal clear, I decided to lean into the absurdity of the situation.

Before heading to the resort, I stopped at a store and grabbed a few props. A bright pink kid’s sun hat, a bib, and a pacifier.

If Greg wanted to turn my mom into a nanny, I’d show him exactly how ridiculous that was.

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A woman standing outdoors | Source: Midjourney

When I walked into the resort’s outdoor lounge, I spotted Greg immediately.

He was lounging by the pool with his adult kids, completely unaware of what was heading his way.

Mom was nowhere to be seen, and I could only assume she was stuck babysitting.

I straightened my pink hat, stuck the pacifier in my mouth, and stormed up to him.

“Daddy!” I called out, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Where’s Mommy? I want my juice box!”

The look on Greg’s face was priceless.

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A man standing in a resort | Source: Midjourney

His laughter vanished the moment he saw me.

“Kayla,” he said. “What are you doing here?”

“Saving my mom,” I said as I yanked the pacifier out of my mouth. “And calling you out on your nonsense while I’m at it.”

Before he could respond, I turned to his grown children, who were now staring at me with wide eyes.

“Hi, everyone!” I said, plastering on a fake smile. “I’m Kayla, Greg’s other kid, apparently. The one he forgot to mention when he invited the rest of you to my mom’s honeymoon and turned her into a babysitter.”

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

One of his daughters stammered, “We… we didn’t mean—”

“Oh, save it,” I interrupted. “Let me guess, he told you my mom would be happy to watch your kids so you could enjoy a nice vacation, right? Did he mention it’s supposed to be her honeymoon? You know, the trip where she was supposed to be relaxing, not changing diapers?”

At that moment, my mom appeared, holding a wailing toddler on her hip and looking like she hadn’t slept in days.

I walked over to her and gently took the toddler from her arms.

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A woman holding a baby | Source: Pexels

“Here you go,” I said, handing the child back to one of Greg’s kids. “Pretty sure this one’s yours. Maybe try taking care of your own children instead of dumping them on a woman you barely know.”

“Kayla!” Greg snapped. “That’s enough. You’re making a scene.”

“Oh, am I?” I shot back, crossing my arms. “You dragged your entire family into what was supposed to be a romantic getaway with your new wife. And you’ve been treating her like a nanny instead of a partner. What kind of man does that?”

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A serious woman | Source: Midjourney

“It’s a family trip!” Greg argued. “She’s part of the family now. Helping out is what families do.”

“No,” I said firmly. “She’s your wife, not your maid. She didn’t sign up to spend her honeymoon babysitting. And honestly, the fact that you thought this was okay tells me everything I need to know about you.”

That’s when one of Greg’s daughters started apologizing.

“We didn’t mean to cause trouble,” she mumbled. “Dad said she’d be fine with it…”

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A woman standing outdoors | Source: Midjourney

“Of course, he did,” I said bitterly. “Because he didn’t bother to ask her.”

The crowd around the pool was utterly silent, watching the scene unfold. Greg looked like he wanted to disappear, but I wasn’t done yet.

“Pack your bags, Mom,” I said. “We’re leaving.”

She hesitated, glancing at Greg. “But… what about—”

“No,” I cut her off. “You don’t owe him anything. He disrespected you, and you deserve better.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she nodded. I grabbed her hand and led her out of the pool area, while Greg mumbled excuses.

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A close-up shot of a man’s face | Source: Midjourney

On the drive home, Mom stayed quiet for the longest time. She kept staring out of the window before finally speaking up.

“Thank you, Kayla,” she said softly. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Mom,” I said, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “You’ve always been there for me. I’m just returning the favor.”

She gave me a small, teary smile. “I thought he loved me.”

“Someone who loves you wouldn’t treat you like that,” I said. “You deserve someone who puts you first.”

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A woman driving | Source: Pexels

“You’re right,” she nodded. “I’m done with Greg.”

When we got home, she blocked his number and started looking into annulments.

Meanwhile, karma turned Greg’s life upside down. His kids weren’t too thrilled about being dragged into his honeymoon scheme, and they stopped speaking to him after finding out what he did.

Last I heard, he was spending his days alone, wondering where it all went wrong.

I can’t explain how relieved I feel after saving Mom from being exploited for her kindness. I’m grateful she decided to call me that day instead of quietly looking after that man’s grandkids and keeping up with his insane logic.

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

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Siblings Derrick, 4, and Harmony, 7, Lost Their Lives in the Devastating Hurricane Helene: What We Know

What began as a peaceful evening for the Taylor family quickly turned into an unimaginable tragedy. Kisses were exchanged before bedtime, with no one realizing that by the next morning, their lives would be shattered by devastating news.

Among the more than two dozen victims of the catastrophic storm in Georgia were a brother and sister, Derrick and Harmony. Their untimely deaths have left the entire community mourning, as families try to cope with the overwhelming grief of losing loved ones.

On the evening of September 26, 2024, Crystal Taylor, 34, spent time with her eldest daughter, Cassidy, 11, as they snuggled up on the couch watching “Beat Bobby Flay.” As they drifted off to sleep, Crystal kept one eye on the weather, monitoring the approaching Hurricane Helene. In the bedroom, her husband, Herbert Taylor, 39, was asleep with their two younger children, Harmony, 7, and Derrick, 4.

Though they knew Hurricane Helene was heading toward eastern Middle Georgia, the family wasn’t sure how much it would affect them inland. But as midnight came and went, the storm’s fury descended on the area, sweeping through the countryside and moving relentlessly across rivers toward Sandersville, a small town right in its path.

Around 4:00 a.m., Crystal received a call from her mother, checking if the house was still safe. Crystal reassured her that everything was fine, though the winds had picked up and a giant oak tree loomed over the backyard. Herbert, waking up, saw the wind lift the cover off his truck and moved toward the children’s bedroom to check on them.

Before he could reach them, disaster struck. The massive oak tree crashed onto the bed where Harmony and Derrick were sleeping, collapsing the house in a split second. Herbert shouted in panic, “My babies,” as the impact triggered an electrical fire. Crystal and Cassidy rushed to safety at a neighbor’s house, while Cassidy tearfully called 911.

Cassidy remained brave as she explained, “A tree fell on our house. My little brother and sister are trapped inside, and the house is on fire.” Emergency crews arrived to find the home engulfed and the oak tree blocking access to the children. Despite their best efforts, it took over five hours to cut through the tree, and by then, it was too late.

Crystal, in her heartbreak, clung to hope as she waited, imagining her children emerging safely. She could see Derrick asking for his favorite cookies and crackers, and Harmony asking for her favorite boiled potatoes made by her grandfather. But tragically, the children were gone.

The Taylor family, now grieving the loss of Derrick and Harmony, has expressed their gratitude for the outpouring of love and support. Herbert shared on social media how much the prayers and kind words have meant to them, while Crystal echoed his sentiments, thanking everyone for their care during this difficult time.

The Taylors have also been receiving generous financial support through Herbert’s Cash App, $Rick4715, as well as via a GoFundMe campaign organized by Brittany Price and Jenna Barefield on behalf of the family. So far, the GoFundMe has raised over $45,000 out of its $50,000 goal.

The page reads, “We kindly ask for your support to help the family during this devastating time, covering funeral expenses, securing a new home, and managing daily costs. Their eldest daughter also remains in their care.”

With more than 750 contributions, the Taylors are incredibly grateful for the flood of financial help, prayers, and thoughtful gestures from their community.

The Taylors, along with other affected families, are working to rebuild their lives after such a heartbreaking loss. As previously reported, Hurricane Helene has left a tragic trail of destruction, taking the lives of many, including a young boy and his grandparents. The boy’s aunt shared the heartbreaking details of their story in a lengthy post online.

According to CBS News, Hurricane Helene has claimed at least 135 lives so far. Among the hardest-hit states, North Carolina has suffered the most, with over 80 reported deaths, according to officials.

One particularly heart-wrenching account shared by the news outlet involved a mother, her young son, and her parents who were stranded on a rooftop in Ashville, North Carolina. As the floodwaters rose and their house collapsed, Megan Drye tragically watched her 7-year-old son, Micah, and her parents get swept away. While Megan was rescued, Micah and his grandparents were not as fortunate.

Megan’s sister, Jessica Drye Turner, took to Facebook to share updates about the tragedy. In her post, dated September 30, Jessica expressed the emotional toll the loss has taken on her and her family, as they come to terms with the heartbreaking reality.

“I feel a sense of peace knowing we will see them again one day,” Jessica wrote, sharing her faith in the belief that her loved ones are now with Jesus. She reflected on how the fear and desperation they experienced during their final moments have now been replaced with peace in the afterlife.

Jessica also acknowledged the immense grief her sister Megan faces, having witnessed the tragic events firsthand. “It breaks my heart that Megan will have to live with those memories, but they are no longer suffering,” she shared, adding that Megan has a long road ahead to heal from the trauma.

In a particularly poignant moment, Jessica revealed that Micah’s body had been found about a quarter of a mile from where Megan was rescued. “He was such a perfect little boy,” Jessica wrote, “He always wanted to be a superhero, and now he is.”

Jessica also shared that Micah’s final words were a plea to heaven: “Jesus! Please help me!” She concluded the post by stating that despite the grief, her faith remains strong, adopting a new motto: “New grief and strong faith.”

Jessica’s post also recounted the terrifying experience Megan endured while waiting to be rescued. Swept away by the flood, Megan found herself wedged between two trailers, where she remained for three agonizing hours before help finally arrived.

Much like Jessica, Heather’s friend, Amanda Sprouse Simpkins, also took to Facebook to share the heartbreaking news.

In her post, Amanda urged, “Please lift up Megan, Jessica Drye Turner, Heather, and their family in your prayers. Megan has suffered an unimaginable loss and is left with nothing. If you feel called to help, please consider giving. If not, your prayers are more than enough.”

Amanda’s plea referred to the GoFundMe page that Heather set up to support her sister during this difficult time.

“For Megan Drye, our miracle, who has endured every mother’s worst fear. She survived the unthinkable but has lost everything. The kindness and generosity of others will be what sustains her, helping her take one breath, one step, and one day at a time,” reads part of the GoFundMe description.

Adding another layer of heartbreak to this tragedy is that Heather chose the last photo Micah’s grandmother ever took of him for the page. The picture shows Micah, wearing a Jurassic World T-shirt, smiling happily while his grandmother is seen in the reflection of the door, capturing the moment.

Even as Hurricane Helene’s fury subsides, its aftermath continues to leave devastation across several states. Despite efforts to minimize the damage, the storm’s impact has been overwhelming.

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