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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She became quiet, and withdrawn, like a shadow of the vibrant woman she used to be.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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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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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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“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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“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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“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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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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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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“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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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“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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“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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“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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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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“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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Family Is Searching for Missing Denver Hairstylist Who Disappeared After Leaving Her Apartment
In addition to the worried mother of a Denver-based hairstylist, who shared photos of her missing daughter before she disappeared, others are also searching for her.
The loved ones of a 34-year-old Denver hairstylist named Jax Gratton are in search of her after she went missing. According to the Denver Police Department (DPD), Gratton has not been seen in nearly two weeks after leaving her apartment near the 4200 block of E. Iliff Avenue around 10 p.m. on April 15, 2025.
As confirmed by loved ones, Gratton had planned to step out briefly the night she vanished, telling her roommate she would be gone for only a few hours. But that quick outing spiraled into a troubling ordeal when Gratton failed to return home.
Her mother, Cherilynne Gratton-Camis, grew uneasy after several days of no contact, especially on Easter Sunday. This marked the first ominous break in a lifetime pattern of unwavering connection.
“Jax calls me when great things happen and when bad things happen, and every single holiday. She has never missed a holiday,” Gratton-Camis shared.
That particular evening — April 15 — a photo taken from a camera inside Gratton’s apartment captured her just before she walked out the door. No one knew the details of her outing. “It’s just, it’s absolutely a mystery,” her mother said. “No one knows who she was meeting, who picked her up.”
For those who know her well, Gratton’s sudden disappearance doesn’t align with her usual behavior. Brandy Carey, a close friend, emphasized how deeply concerning the situation is, citing how out of character it is for Gratton to leave behind her beloved cat, Madam Francesca, without making arrangements.
“Her not taking her medication, not taking her makeup, but also the fact that she missed several appointments with clients,” adds to the growing concern, Carey told Denver7.
“We just want her to come home. That’s what we just want: Her home, happy, healthy,” stated Carey. In the wake of her vanishing, loved ones have rallied online and on foot, sharing her images, her story, and their hopes.
Gratton’s family and friends are also urging the community to alert the police if they have any tips to report, no matter how big or small.
Should anyone have any information concerning Gratton’s whereabouts, they can contact Denver Crime Stoppers at 720-913-2000. Tipsters also have the option to remain anonymous and could earn a reward of up to $2,000.
Gratton’s loved ones have also expressed gratitude for the support civilians have shown for the hairstylist and the disappearance case.
“She’s very caring. She cares about the people that she comes in contact with, and that doesn’t matter if she’s known you forever or she’s just known you in this moment,” expressed Carey.
Yet, amid the activity and public support, a single, haunting plea from Gratton-Camis continues to echo, “I’m scared for her safety. I just want proof of life.”
In an effort to amplify the search, a Facebook group titled “Find Jax Gratton Denver” has become a central hub for updates and appeals from loved ones. Among the most poignant posts came directly from Gratton’s mother, who shared a set of stills showing her daughter in the final moments before she disappeared.
Captured by an indoor surveillance camera, the images reveal Gratton in a patterned jacket, striped shirt, and loose-fitting pants, holding two bags as she steps toward the door.
The accompanying message from Gratton-Camis reflected a mother’s anguish and suspicion. Gratton’s mom expressed that the photos do not appear to indicate that her daughter was headed out on a date.
She also referenced the fact that Gratton left behind important personal effects. Additionally, Gratton-Camis explained her decision to delay adding certain individuals to the group and hinted at a larger conversation with the detective on the case, saying, “Will share at a later date cause [sic] I think it might be important.”
Her words, layered with grief and urgency, also revealed the emotional toll the search has taken. “I have a lot of work to do. Because I was asking for Jane Does and if course did not think they would list her as male. My love for you all is so strong [sic],” concluded Gratton’s mom.
In a separate post to the Facebook group, Princess Sullivan shared a visual collage of Gratton’s tattoos in hopes that someone might recognize her.
The post features close-up shots of several distinct designs inked across Gratton’s arms, shoulders, and chest, including words, geometric lines, and illustrative pieces.
It is a simple yet powerful contribution to the growing community effort — another way to keep Gratton’s image alive in the public eye, and perhaps spark a lead that could bring her home.
Among the many voices joining the search is that of Theresa Becker, a client of the hairstylist who turned to the group after discovering Gratton had gone missing.
Becker shared that she last heard from Gratton on April 15, the same day she vanished. It was also the day they confirmed an upcoming appointment.
When Gratton never showed up on April 18, worry quickly set in. “She means so much more to me than just gorgeous hair,” Becker wrote.
“We talked about so much. We connected on experiences few [sic] can relate to. She helped me feel a little more at home in the world.” Eager to support the search, Becker expressed her intent to join volunteers canvassing near Washington Park.
Outside of the dedicated search group, Gratton’s mother has also taken to her own Facebook page to raise awareness. In a deeply personal post, she pleaded for anyone who may have seen or heard from Gratton after April 11 to come forward.
Underneath her message, she shared a collage of photos capturing her daughter in different moments — posing with sun-kissed hair against a tropical backdrop, smiling with light curls in a salon mirror, and posing with her hair dyed a soft reddish tone.
As the days stretch, those closest to Gratton continue to reflect on the many ways she has left her mark.
Studio owner Dylan Scholinski, a longtime friend, recently shared a moving message that spans decades of their connection, from the vibrant days of her youth to the creative spirit she carried into adulthood.
His message echoed the same sentiment resonating across every post and every plea: hope. While the uncertainty weighs heavily, the community surrounding Gratton refuses to give up, urging others to keep sharing, keep searching, and above all, to believe that she can be found.
For those who have known her in fleeting moments or lifelong bonds, the wish remains the same — that this chapter ends with Gratton safely home.
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