My husband and I bought our granddaughter Eloise a wedding gift from her registry, but she accused us of being cheap. She expected the $40,000 cash gift we give our grandkids before their weddings. Upset, she threatened to cut us off.
“We buy a small gift from the registry and give a check for $40,000 the day before the wedding,” I explained. This time, we sent an air fryer, the cheapest item on her list. Eloise called, livid: “An air fryer? That’s the cheapest thing you could find?”
I told her, “Yes, we’re cheap, old, and useless. The only thing you didn’t know is that the day before the wedding, we were going to gift you a check for $40,000.”
Eloise’s reaction made us reconsider giving the cash. Later, she found out about our tradition and accused us of discrimination. “Why didn’t I get anything?”
“We felt after your reaction, it wasn’t right to go ahead with the gift,” I said. Eloise, now boycotting Christmas, refuses to understand our perspective. Despite this, our door and hearts remain open to her.
I arrived home to find the bathroom door destroyed — after discovering what had happened, I decided to file for divorce
Going on a trip with my sister was supposed to be a refreshing break before returning to my small family of three. But coming back turned into a nightmare. My husband of nine years betrayed me and our daughter in a way I couldn’t forgive, causing us to leave.
When I left for a quick two-day trip, I was content, imagining my husband, John, bonding with our daughter, Lila. But Sunday night, as I walked in the door, I was greeted by shredded wood, a broken bathroom door, and a strange tension between John and Lila.
John claimed he had to break the door when he got stuck, but his story felt off. Later, our neighbor Dave revealed the truth: Lila, scared by strange noises from the bathroom, ran to Dave for help. Rushing over, he found John inside with another woman, both screaming for him to leave.
My blood turned cold. Another woman, in our home, with our daughter in the next room? My anger boiled over. When I confronted John, he feebly insisted she was “just a friend.” I was done. That night, I packed and told him Lila and I were leaving in the morning.
The next day, we moved out. I left John with a broken home and a shattered marriage. Now, in a temporary apartment, I watch Lila smile again, knowing I made the right choice. Our family might be smaller, but at least we’re free from deceit.
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