My Stepmother ‘Gifted’ Me an Old, Smelly Couch — When She Saw What I Did With It, She Demanded $2,500 From Me

When Nicole’s stepmother calls her saying that she has a gift for her, Nicole goes over excitedly. But when she discovers what the gift is, Nicole is torn between keeping her father happy or retaliating. Finally, she accepts it and plans to transform it into something completely different. In the end Nicole is ready to claim the rewards of her hard work.

Ever have one of those moments where you should’ve just trusted your gut? Yep, that was me, standing in my stepmother’s basement, staring at the ugliest, smelliest couch I’d ever seen.

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A close up of a young woman | Source: Midjourney

My stepmother, Susan, called me earlier that morning with a grand gesture for my birthday. She insisted that she had a “priceless” gift that was too big for her to move alone.

“You’re going to love it, Nicole!” she said. “It’s absolutely priceless! Come over later today, and we’ll show it to you.”

Now, this is the point when I tell you that Susan and I had never been close. In fact, if I’m being honest, she barely tolerated my existence. So, imagine my absolute surprise when she offered me a gift.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

“Curiosity killed the cat, Nic,” I said to myself as I got into the car.

I just wanted to see what it was, and I hoped that, for once, she might actually be genuine.

So, I get to my dad’s house, and he tells me that Susan’s busy.

“She’s sorting out the basement, honey,” he said. “Susan is finally cleaning out her clutter. It’s about time, to be honest. Come, have a cup of tea.”

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A smiling older man | Source: Midjourney

“No, let me check out the gift first, Dad,” I said. “I’m so curious!”

He chuckled, oblivious to my nerves. Susan had a knack for random gifts. Last year, she gave me water bottles and socks for my birthday. I wondered if this year would be any different.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll get Susan, and then we can have some tea and a slice of cake. Susan made lemon cake this morning.”

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A slice of lemon cake | Source: Midjourney

I paced in the foyer while my dad went down to the basement. Moments later, I heard them on the stairs.

Then I saw it.

My dad and Susan were making their way out of the basement with the monstrosity of a couch. The fabric was stained and ripped, with a stench that could probably knock out an adult horse! It looked like it had been neglected for decades!

A stained yellow couch | Source: Midjourney

A stained yellow couch | Source: Midjourney

“Happy Birthday!” Susan beamed, as if she were handing me the keys to a new car.

My dad looked at me expectantly, hoping I’d be happy with the gift. But it was horrendous! Rejecting it would hurt him, and Susan knew it. I could see it on her face.

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A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

I swallowed my frustration and called my boyfriend to bring his van over.

“I’ll be there in about ten minutes, babe,” Derek said.

“Thank you!” I replied. “I think they want the couch out today, so I need to take it home.”

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Not a problem, Nic,” he said. “I’m just gaming online. But I’ll be done soon.”

I knew that Susan was using me as a free dump and delivery service. That couch wasn’t fit to be in any home. But again, I was determined to keep the peace for my father.

Derek showed up as I was drinking my cup of tea, and we loaded the couch and left for my home. He was going to follow me home, and we planned on having dinner together.

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A young man in a driving | Source: Midjourney

“This couch is rough,” he said. “Looks like it’s been through a storm or two.”

My initial plan was to dump it at the curb and let someone else take it, but then something shifted inside me. I wasn’t going to let Susan win.

I decided to restore the couch and give it a second life. And so began a project I ne ver thought would lead to surprising results.

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A young woman with yellow rubber gloves | Source: Midjourney

First, I tackled the smell.

The couch reeked of a stench that it seemed to have a life of its own. And the odor only got stronger as the day went on.

Luckily, I found a recipe for a DIY deodorizing solution online: white vinegar, water, and a few drops of lavender essential oil. I mixed it up and sprayed it generously over the couch, letting it sit for a few hours.

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Glass bottles on a counter | Source: Midjourney

The vinegar smell was overpowering, but it faded, taking most of the nasty odor with it.

Next, I had to deal with the stains.

The years of spills and neglect had left their mark, so I whipped up a cleaning concoction of baking soda, hydrogen peroxide, and a small amount of dish soap. With a soft brush in hand, I carefully scrubbed the stained areas, working the mixture into the fabric.

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Different cleaning supplies on a counter | Source: Midjourney

I let it sit for about fifteen minutes before wiping it off with a damp cloth. The transformation was already noticeable. The stains were fading, and I felt optimistic about my restoration project.

But then I had to deal with the rips and tears. A simple needle and thread weren’t going to fix this.

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A woman scrubbing a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Nic, you need material,” Derek said while marinating chicken in the kitchen. “There’s no other way than to do a funky patch job.”

“I agree,” I said. “Will you be fine here while I do a quick dash into town?”

Derek nodded.

“But why are you rushing?” Derek asked.

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A young man in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“Because if I don’t, it’ll end up as another sidelined project.”

“Go,” he laughed. “I’ll finish dinner in the meantime.”

So, I went to the local thrift store and found some reasonably matching fabric, random buttons, frills, and even two throw cushions.

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A young woman in a thrift shop | Source: Midjourney

I used fabric glue to patch the larger holes and an iron-on fabric mender for the smaller tears. Finally, to give the whole couch a more cohesive look, I added some decorative buttons and tufting in key areas, making it look almost intentional.

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A young woman sitting on a couch and looking through buttons | Source: Midjourney

“Alright, give it a rest, Nic,” Derek said as he took the last flatbread out of the pan. “You can finish it off in the morning.”

My arms were exhausted from all the scrubbing, so I was ready to listen to Derek and just sit down and eat everything he prepared.

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Flatbread on a board | Source: Midjourney

But the next morning, I was back at it. I used my steam cleaner and thoroughly steamed the couch. I spent hours going over every inch of it, bringing the fabric back to life while I imagined every germ evaporating into oblivion.

By the time I was done, the couch looked like something out of a high-end furniture store.

“Damn, Nic!” I said to myself. “Well done, girl.”

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A woman steam cleaning a couch | Source: Midjourney

Feeling pretty proud of my work, I decided to post the couch on a social media marketplace for $5,000. It was almost a joke because I just wanted to see if anyone would go for it.

I loved the restoration of the couch, but I also just wanted to see if I could make some money from my DIY project.

“What on earth?!” I exclaimed when my phone buzzed with a notification. Someone named Maggie was ready to purchase my couch!

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A woman holding a phone | Source: Midjourney

To my shock, within a day, I got an offer from someone in the ritzy part of town. I couldn’t believe my luck, but I accepted the offer anyway.

“This is just wonderful,” Maggie said.

The moment I agreed to the sale, she came flying over to my place to test out the couch.

“This couch is going to be perfect for my art studio! Why would you ever want to get rid of it?” she asked.

“I’m just redecorating,” I said sheepishly. “But look, it’s yours to love and enjoy.”

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

A few days later, Susan showed up at my doorstep, furious. She had seen the post and the fact that the couch had been purchased for $5,000.

“You ungrateful little brat! How dare you sell my gift?” she screamed.

“Susan, you gave me a piece of junk. Actual junk. I put in the time and effort to restore it. The only reason it was worth anything now is simply because of my work.”

But she didn’t back down.

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A close up of an angry woman | Source: Midjourney

“It was my couch! I expect half the money since you sold it. That’s $2,500!”

I couldn’t believe her nerve.

“No, Susan. If you wanted to sell the couch, you should’ve done it yourself. The transformation and profit are all mine.”

“You’ll regret this!” she shouted, storming off.

She hasn’t come back, so I don’t know what she’s planning. But I know I’ll be getting a call from my dad soon.

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A smiling young woman | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

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In-Laws Kicked Us Out of the House They Gifted After We Paid for Renovations — Then It Got Even Worse

When Mike’s parents offer him and his family a home, they are over the moon. Mike and Maria have a growing family, and they need the extra space. So, they venture into renovations, making the house a home. But one day, Mike’s parents called, wanting their home back.

When my in-laws offered us a house, we thought it was a dream come true. With three kids and a tight budget, any help came as a blessing.

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A close-up of a house | Source: Midjourney

But, let me be honest with you: the house was far from ideal.

“It’s in the middle of nowhere, Mike,” I told my husband when we were sitting on the couch talking about the possibility of moving into the house.

“It’s miles away from the kids’ school and our jobs! We’ll have to leave a lot earlier just to make it on time,” I said, sighing.

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A couple sitting on a couch and talking | Source: Midjourney

“I know, Maria,” my husband said. “It irritates me that the nearest grocery store is twenty minutes away. But I don’t want to seem ungrateful.”

I understood. Their gift came at the perfect time. Our little two-bedroom house was cluttered, and our three kids had to share one bedroom.

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“We’ll do it for the kids,” I said, taking his hand. “Whatever happens, we’ll make it work for them.”

“Think of it as a fresh start, kids,” Mike’s mom said when we went over to their home for dinner. “You’ll love the peace and quiet, and the kids will have a lot of space to run about in. This is going to be good for you.”

“Yes, Mom,” Mike said. “We agree with you. We’re looking forward to this new start and just going on a journey together as a family.”

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A family sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

I Got Married at 80 and My Granddaughter Kicked Me Out – Watch How I Turned the Tables!

When my granddaughter kicked me out after I got married at 80, I knew I had to do something about it. With my new husband, Harold, we came up with a bold plan to show her she couldn’t treat me like that. What followed was a confrontation that changed our family forever.

I never thought I’d be sharing this story, but here we are. My name is Margaret, and I turned 80 last spring. I lived in a cozy room in my granddaughter Ashley’s house. It was small, but I had made it my own, with pictures and keepsakes from my past.

“Good morning, Grandma,” Ashley said one bright Saturday, bursting into my room without knocking. She never bothered with that.

“Morning, dear,” I replied, folding my quilt. “What’s the rush?”

“We’re heading to the park with the kids. Need anything?”

“No, I’m fine. Go enjoy yourself.”

She left quickly, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I couldn’t complain too much — after all, I had sold my house to pay for her college. Her parents had died in a car crash when she was just 15.

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I took Ashley in and did my best to give her a good life. Now she lived here with her husband, Brian, and their two kids. Their home was big, lively, and often noisy.

A few months ago, life took an unexpected turn at the community center. I met Harold, who was charming and always had a camera around his neck. We started chatting, and before I knew it, I looked forward to seeing him. It felt like a second chance at love.

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One afternoon, while Ashley was at work, I decided to share my news. I found her in the kitchen later that evening, flipping through a recipe book.

“Ashley, I have something to tell you,” I said.

She looked up, “What’s up, Grandma?”

“I’ve met someone. His name is Harold, and… well, he proposed.”

Ashley stared at me, her eyebrows raising in surprise. “Proposed? You mean marriage?”

“Yes,” I replied, trying to contain my smile. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

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Her reaction wasn’t what I expected. “Grandma, you’re 80. You’re too old for a wedding dress and all that. And Harold can’t move in here.”

I was shocked. “Why not? We have plenty of space.”

“This is our home. We need our privacy,” she replied firmly.

I tried to reason with her, but she wouldn’t listen. The next morning, she packed my belongings and set them by the door.

“Ashley, what are you doing?” I asked, feeling tears start to form.

“You need to go, Grandma. Find somewhere else to live. Maybe Harold can take you in.”

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I couldn’t believe it. After everything I had done for her — raising her, selling my house — she was kicking me out. I felt so betrayed as I looked at the boxes of my life packed up like unwanted clutter.

With few options left, I called Harold. When I told him what happened, he was furious.

“She did what?” he exclaimed. “Margaret, get your things together. I’m coming to get you right now. You’re coming to stay with me.”

I hesitated. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden,” he reassured me. “You’re my future wife, and we’re in this together.”

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With no other choice, I packed up my belongings and Harold helped me load them into his car. As we drove away, I glanced back at Ashley’s house, feeling a deep sense of sadness.

Harold’s place was a new start. He welcomed me warmly, and I began to feel at home again. We spent our time dreaming about our future together, but the pain from Ashley’s betrayal was hard to shake.

One evening, as we were talking, Harold’s eyes hardened with determination. “We’ll teach her a lesson,” he said firmly. “She needs to understand respect.”

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I wasn’t sure how we would make it happen, but I had faith in Harold. He always had a knack for turning ideas into reality.

“Alright,” I said, feeling a surge of confidence. “Let’s show her what we’re capable of.”

And so, we started to plan.

***

Harold and I spent many evenings working on our strategy. Since Harold was a well-known photographer, he came up with a plan to reach Ashley through something she loved. She was passionate about photography and never missed the annual local photographer’s gathering.

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“Margaret,” Harold said one evening, “I’ve got a ticket for the gathering. I’ll send it to Ashley anonymously. She won’t be able to resist.”

I felt a thrill of excitement. “Let’s do it.”

Before the big event, Harold and I had a small, intimate wedding.

Harold was determined to capture the day, taking beautiful photographs of our special moments. The photos reflected the joy and love we shared, showing the happiness in my eyes and the warmth between us.

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The day of the photography event arrived, and, just as we hoped, Ashley showed up. She had no idea that we were behind the anonymous invitation. Harold and I waited backstage, our nerves tingling with anticipation. We were set on making a statement.

When the host called Harold to the stage to present his award-winning photographs, the room filled with excitement. As Harold walked out, there was a buzz of admiration. Then, to everyone’s surprise, the big screen lit up with portraits of me in my wedding dress.

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Gasps filled the room as the audience took in the stunning images of me in my wedding dress. The photos captured not just the beauty of the moment but also the deep emotions we felt.

Harold took the stage and began, “I found love at 79, proving that age is just a number. Margaret, my beautiful wife, has a youthful spirit and a heart full of love.”

I watched as Ashley, sitting in the front row, turned red with embarrassment. Harold handed me the microphone, and I took a deep breath, my heart racing.

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“Good evening,” I began, my voice steady. “I want to share a story about sacrifice and love. When my granddaughter Ashley’s parents passed away, I sold my house to help pay for her education and took her in, raising her as my own. But recently, she seemed to forget what love and respect truly mean.”

The room was silent, everyone focused on me. I turned to Ashley, who was sitting in the front row. “Ashley,” I said, “I still love you despite the pain you’ve caused. But I needed you to understand the importance of respect.”

Tears welled up in Ashley’s eyes as she looked down, clearly overwhelmed by the weight of her actions.

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Harold spoke up once more, “Margaret and I shared our story to remind everyone that love and respect transcend age. Family should always be about support and understanding.”

The audience erupted into applause, showing their admiration for our message. After the event, Ashley walked up to us, tears streaming down her face.

“Grandma, Harold,” she said, her voice trembling, “I am so sorry. I was wrong and disrespectful. Can you ever forgive me?”

Harold and I exchanged a look, then I wrapped Ashley in a warm hug. “Of course, dear. We love you. We just needed you to understand.”

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She invited us to a family dinner, promising to support my happiness and never take me for granted again. We accepted, hopeful for a fresh start.

That evening, we joined Ashley and her family. The atmosphere was warm, with sincere efforts to mend our relationship. Laughter and conversation flowed easily, and for the first time in a long while, I felt truly at peace.

During dinner, Ashley looked at me with sincere eyes. “Grandma, I didn’t realize how much I hurt you. I was selfish and ungrateful.”

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“It’s okay, Ashley,” I said, gently placing my hand on hers. “What matters is that we move forward together.”

Brian, Ashley’s husband, who had been quiet throughout, finally spoke up: “We’re happy you’re content, Margaret. And Harold, you seem like a great guy. We’re lucky to have you both in our lives.”

Harold smiled warmly. “Thank you, Brian. We’re glad to be here.”

The children, sensing the shift in the mood, eagerly showed us their latest drawings and school projects. It was heartwarming to see the family reconnect. The room was filled with a genuine sense of togetherness, and I felt a renewed sense of belonging.

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As the evening went on, Harold shared more about our adventures and how we met. Ashley listened closely, her eyes occasionally moist with tears. It was clear she felt truly sorry and wanted to make things right.

After dinner, we settled in the living room with cups of tea. Ashley turned to me again, her voice earnest. “Grandma, I want you to move back in with us. We have plenty of room, and I promise things will be different.”

I glanced at Harold, who nodded in agreement. “We appreciate the offer, Ashley, but Harold and I have our own home now. We’ll visit often, though.”

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Ashley gave a bittersweet smile, showing she understood. “I get it. I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy,” I told her. “And so are you. That’s what matters.”

As we left that night, the moonlight softly illuminating our path, I thought about the importance of self-love and standing up for oneself. Sometimes, life’s greatest joys come when we least expect them.

Looking around the table, I felt a deep gratitude for the second chance at happiness and for the family that, despite everything, remained close to my heart.

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Harold and I drove home in quiet reflection, each of us processing the day’s events. When we arrived, he took my hand gently and said, “We did it, Margaret. We really did.”

I smiled, feeling a mix of accomplishment and relief. “Yes, we did. And this is just the beginning.”

Harold kissed my hand, and together, we walked into our home, ready for whatever came next. Our love and determination had delivered a powerful lesson to Ashley, and it had brought us all closer. This was a new chapter, brimming with hope and endless possibilities.

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That sounds like a story with a lot of emotional depth and growth! If you enjoyed the previous tale, this one about a grandson’s change of heart and his quest for forgiveness should be quite compelling. Here’s a glimpse of what might unfold in that story:

**Title:** “Grandson Called Grandma ‘The Worst’ for Not Giving Gifts—Years Later, He Begged for Forgiveness”

**Summary:**
Once, a young grandson harshly labeled his grandmother “the worst” because she couldn’t afford to buy him presents. Her heart was broken, but she understood that his youthful perspective didn’t grasp the full picture. Over the years, as he grew older and faced his own challenges, he came to realize the depth of his mistake. Now, he seeks forgiveness and hopes to mend the rift caused by his earlier selfishness.

**Key Themes:**
– **Understanding and Growth:** The journey from being a self-centered child to a more empathetic adult.
– **Family and Forgiveness:** The importance of reconciling and valuing loved ones.
– **Life Lessons:** Learning the true meaning of generosity and love beyond material gifts.

If this piques your interest, diving into the full story could offer a touching look at personal redemption and the strength of familial bonds.

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