All My Life My Father Blamed Me for My Mother’s Passing, Then He Gets Taught a Lesson – Story of the Day

I grew up believing that my father blamed me for my mother’s death but the truth was heartbreaking.

I never knew my mother, and my father never spoke about her. All I knew was that she had been very beautiful, because of the picture that hung on my father’s study wall, and that she had died very young.

My father was a sad man, a quiet and distant man. I wanted him to notice me, and to love me, but he never did. He rarely spoke to me beyond the perfunctory hello and goodbye, good morning and goodnight. I would have given anything for him to sweep me into his arms and tell me he loved me.

The shadow of my mother's death followed me my whole life | Source: Shutterstock.com

The shadow of my mother’s death followed me my whole life | Source: Shutterstock.com

This strange and strained relationship with my father continued until I was 18, and by then I was a sad and lonely young woman who believed my father hated me. If my father didn’t love me, who would?

But the answer to all my questions was about to be delivered in the most painful and cruel way. My father was hosting a party for his business associates, and among them was a woman whom I knew slightly.

If you don’t leave the past behind you, you deny yourself a future.

I had the feeling that she and my father had a past together — or at least that she wished they did. She greeted me and we started chatting — inconsequential talk about nothing special — and my father walked by.

I gave him my best smile, but he immediately glanced away. The woman saw it all. “Do you know why?” she asked.

I grew up feeling that my father hated me | Source: Unsplash

I grew up feeling that my father hated me | Source: Unsplash

“Why what?” I asked, confused.

“Why he hates you,” she said.

“My father doesn’t hate me!” I exclaimed. “He’s just not a very demonstrative man.”

“So you don’t know…” she smiled. It was the ugliest smile I’d ever seen. I was about to walk away when she said, “He believes you killed your mother, Karen.”

One day at a party someone told me the truth | Source: Unsplash

One day at a party someone told me the truth | Source: Unsplash

I stopped in my tracks. “What?” I gasped.

“Your mother died giving birth to you, surely you know that?” she said.

“No…” I answered. “No, I didn’t know.” I turned my back on her and went looking for my grandmother, my father’s mother, the woman who’d raised me and never told me about my mother’s death.

“How did my mother die?” I asked her angrily. “Was it in childbirth?”

My mother had died in childbirth | Source: Pexels

My mother had died in childbirth | Source: Pexels

My grandmother shook her head. “Please Karen, your father asked me never to speak of this with you.”

“I have the right to know about my own mother!” I cried. “I have the right to know why my father hates me!”

Then a quiet angry voice behind me said, “I don’t hate you, Karen, but your mother’s death is none of your business:”

I turned to face my father. “My mother’s death is none of my business? You’re wrong! I killed her, didn’t I? That’s what you think each time you look at me!”

My father blamed me for her death | Source: Unsplash

My father blamed me for her death | Source: Unsplash

The expression in his eyes sent me running out of the door. I got into my car and drove aimlessly, tears running down my face. In my distress, I didn’t see the oncoming car changing lanes until it was too late.

I woke up in the hospital linked to a beeping machine, with a dull promise of pain twinging through my whole body. Sitting by my side and holding my hand was my father.

“Karen,” he said softly, “Thank God you’re alright!”

“Daddy…” I whispered, “you’re here!”

Tears came into his eyes. “Of course I’m here. I don’t hate you, Karen. I love you. And I don’t blame you for your mother’s death, I blame myself. When your mom and I married we were very poor.

“All we had were dreams and our love for each other. Then she fell pregnant and I took on a second job. I knew we’d need the money when you came along. I was working 16-hour days and she spent a lot of time alone.

“So one day when I came home she wasn’t there. A neighbor had taken her to the hospital. When I got there it was all over. Your mother had died, and I hadn’t been there for her.

The accident nearly cost me my life | Source: Pexels

The accident nearly cost me my life | Source: Pexels

“I didn’t blame you, Karen, I blamed myself. I was determined I wasn’t going to fail you the way I’d failed her, so I threw myself into my work, and I became a rich man.

“Daddy, how could you blame yourself?” I asked. “There was nothing you could have done!”

“I could have been there, holding her hand the way I’m holding yours now,” he said.

“But daddy…” I hesitated, “you were always so angry with me, so cold. You ran away from me.”

My father and I were reconciled | Source: Unsplash

My father and I were reconciled | Source: Unsplash

“Karen, you look just like your mother, and each time I looked at you, my heart was torn apart by grief and guilt. It took nearly losing you to make me realize what I’d done. I love you.”

For the first time in my life, my father put his arms around me and showed me that he loved me. It was a new beginning for both of us, and I like to believe my mother was smiling down from heaven.

What can we learn from this story?

  • If you don’t leave the past behind you, you deny yourself a future. Karen’s father was so lost in his pain that he nearly lost the opportunity to have a wonderful relationship with his daughter.
  • The truth can heal old wounds and open the way to a new beginning. It was only after Karen and her father spoke about their estrangement that they could move past their misunderstandings.

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I Recognized My Bracelet That Went Missing a Month Ago on the Wrist of the Nurse Taking Care of Me in the Hospital

The moment my eyes landed on the delicate gold bracelet wrapped around Stephanie’s wrist, my breath caught in my throat. I knew that bracelet. I had spent weeks searching for it and was convinced it was lost forever. But now, it was on the wrist of the nurse taking care of me.

Life had been good before I ended up in the hospital.

I’d been married to Toby for three years, and we were living a happy life.

A couple looking out a window | Source: Midjourney

A couple looking out a window | Source: Midjourney

I worked as a consultant in a clothing store, and he had a stable job in finance. It’s not like we were rolling in money. We had enough to live comfortably.

Most nights, Toby came home exhausted. He didn’t even have time to ask me how my day went. But honestly, I never complained.

I knew he was working hard for us.

One evening, as we sat on the couch, I held his hand gently.

“I can’t wait until we have our own place,” I murmured.

A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I just need a little more time to save up. You know how expensive houses are right now.”

“I know.” I smiled. “But when we finally get it, I want a big kitchen. And a backyard.”

“For a dog?” he teased.

“For a baby,” I corrected with a grin.

His expression softened, and he kissed my forehead. “We’ll get there.”

I believed him.

A man looking at his wife | Source: Midjourney

A man looking at his wife | Source: Midjourney

When he left for a work trip that Friday, I didn’t think much of it. His job required travel, and I had grown used to it.

I figured I’d use the weekend to deep clean the apartment.

Little did I know it was not the right decision.

I was dusting the top shelf of the hallway closet when the ladder wobbled beneath me.

A woman's foot on a ladder | Source: Pexels

A woman’s foot on a ladder | Source: Pexels

For a split second, I was weightless. And then I was falling.

The impact was instant. A sharp, searing pain shot through my right leg, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I gasped and my vision started blurring as I struggled to move.

Gritting my teeth, I reached for my phone, barely managing to swipe the screen. My fingers trembled as I dialed 911.

Minutes later, the paramedics arrived. The pain was unbearable as they lifted me onto the stretcher. I could barely keep my eyes open as they wheeled me into the ambulance.

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An ambulance | Source: Pexels

At the hospital, the X-ray confirmed what I already suspected. I had broken my leg.

“You’ll need to stay here for a few days,” the doctor informed me after wrapping my leg in a cast. “We need to monitor the swelling before we can send you home.”

The moment he left the room, I grabbed my phone and called Toby.

He picked up immediately. “Kate? Hey! How’s my beautiful wife doing?”

“Toby,” I whispered. “I… I broke my leg.”

A woman talking to her husband on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her husband on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“What?” His tone shifted from playful to panicked. “How? What happened?”

I exhaled shakily. “I fell off a ladder while cleaning.”

“Jesus, Kate.” I heard rustling on the other end like he was moving around. “I’m coming home. I’ll cut my trip short.”

“No, you don’t have to—”

“Don’t even argue. I should be there with you.”

Tears pricked my eyes. “Okay.”

I was still on the phone with him when the door opened. A nurse walked in.

I quickly told Toby I’d call him later and hung up.

A close-up shot of a phone | Source: Pexels

A close-up shot of a phone | Source: Pexels

“You must be Kate,” the nurse said. “I’m Stephanie. I’ll be looking after you while you’re here.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said, forcing a smile through my discomfort.

“Don’t you worry about a thing,” Stephanie assured me. “We’re going to take great care of you.”

I let out a breath, nodding. She seemed kind.

I had no idea that in just a few days, this woman would shatter everything I thought I knew about my life.

A nurse in a hospital room | Source: Midjourney

A nurse in a hospital room | Source: Midjourney

At first, Stephanie was wonderful.

From the moment she started looking after me, she made sure I was comfortable. She checked on me regularly, adjusted my pillows when I couldn’t move properly, and even brought me an extra blanket when I mentioned feeling chilly.

“You must be tired of hospital food already,” she joked one afternoon as she handed me a tray. “I wouldn’t blame you if you refuse to eat this.”

I laughed. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but yeah… this is not exactly gourmet dining.”

A woman talking to a nurse | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to a nurse | Source: Midjourney

She grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll sneak you something better if I can.”

Over time, we started talking about our lives.

“So,” she asked one evening as she fluffed my pillows, “do you have kids?”

“Not yet,” I admitted. “My husband and I want to buy a house first, then start thinking about kids.”

She nodded. “That’s smart. Kids are expensive.”

I smiled. “What about you? Are you married?”

She shook her head. “No, but there’s someone in my life. We’re dating. Nothing serious yet.”

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A couple holding hands | Source: Pexels

“Do you think he’s the one?” I teased.

“Maybe,” she shrugged. “He’s great. You know, the kind types. He’s been spoiling me lately.”

“That’s sweet,” I said. “It’s nice when someone makes you feel special.”

The next day, when Stephanie walked into my room, something caught my eye.

A bracelet.

It was not just any bracelet. It was a delicate gold chain with a small heart charm, and it looked just like the one my grandmother had given me.

The same bracelet that I had lost a month ago.

A heart bracelet | Source: Midjourney

A heart bracelet | Source: Midjourney

At first, I thought it was a coincidence. But then, as Stephanie rested her arm on the side table while adjusting my IV, I saw it up close.

The tiny engraving on the back of the heart charm had a little smiley face.

My grandmother had requested the jeweler for that smiley. She told me it was especially for me.

Suddenly, I felt lightheaded.

How is this even possible? I thought.

I had looked for it everywhere, and I was convinced I had misplaced it. But now, it was there. On my nurse’s wrist.

“That’s a beautiful bracelet,” I said, forcing a smile. “Where did you get it?”

A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

Stephanie glanced down, then smiled. “My boyfriend gave it to me.”

A chill ran down my spine.

“That’s sweet,” I said. “When did he give it to you?”

“A month ago.”

My fingers gripped the hospital blanket.

Suddenly, memories flooded back.

I had been getting ready for a party. I had done my makeup and reached for my jewelry box when I realized my bracelet was missing.

Pieces of  jewelry | Source: Pexels

Pieces of jewelry | Source: Pexels

“Toby, have you seen my bracelet?” I asked, rummaging through the drawers.

“You probably left it somewhere,” he said.

“But it’s always in my jewelry box.”

He sighed, glancing at his watch. “Kate, we’re getting late. Just wear something else.”

His reaction had felt off at the time, but I let it go, thinking I had misplaced it.

Now, as I stared at the bracelet on Stephanie’s wrist, the pieces started clicking into place.

Toby had taken it.

And he had given it to Stephanie.

A man holding a bracelet | Source: Midjourney

A man holding a bracelet | Source: Midjourney

Before I could say anything else, I needed to be sure.

My heart pounded as I reached for my phone. I quickly scrolled through my photos until I found one of Toby and me from our anniversary dinner.

Then, I turned the screen toward Stephanie.

“Is this your boyfriend?” I asked.

She glanced at the photo, her smile lingering for a brief second before fading.

“How do you know him?” she asked, confused.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Because that’s my husband.”

Silence.

A nurse in a hospital room | Source: Midjourney

A nurse in a hospital room | Source: Midjourney

Her eyes darted back to the bracelet on her wrist, and then back to me.

“Wh-what do you mean? Your husband?” she asked. “I… I don’t understand.”

“I’m saying that Toby is not just your boyfriend,” I explained. “He’s my husband. And that bracelet? It was mine before he stole it and gave it to you.”

Stephanie took a shaky step back, crossing her arms. “That… that can’t be true. He wouldn’t do that to me.”

“He’s been doing it to me for months,” I said bitterly. “You just didn’t know.”

A close-up shot of a woman's eyes | Source: Midjourney

A close-up shot of a woman’s eyes | Source: Midjourney

“No…” she said. “He told me he was single. He never mentioned a wife.”

I almost laughed. “Of course, he didn’t.”

Stephanie’s breathing grew uneven as she processed everything. Then, her expression hardened.

“I can’t believe this,” she exhaled sharply. “I can’t believe I trusted him.”

I met her gaze as a plan formed in my mind.

“If you’re willing to help me, we can make him confess when he comes here tonight,” I suggested. “He said he’d be back from his trip today.”

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A man walking on the road with his luggage | Source: Pexels

“What do you have in mind?” she asked.

“We call the cops,” I said. “And when he comes in, we make him admit to what he did.”

“Alright,” she nodded. “I’ll do it.”

Then, she took the bracelet off her wrist and handed it to me.

“It’s yours,” she whispered. “Keep it.”

***

That evening, Toby arrived at the hospital. He looked frantic and exhausted as he rushed to my bedside.

“Kate, baby, I got here as soon as I could,” he said, brushing his hand over mine. “How are you feeling?”

I studied him carefully.

He was the same man who had been my husband for three years. The man I had trusted. The man who had stolen from me and lied straight to my face.

A man standing in a hospital room | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in a hospital room | Source: Midjourney

Before I could respond, the door opened.

Two police officers walked in, followed by Stephanie.

“What’s going on?” Toby asked, his face filled with confusion.

Stephanie stepped forward and pointed at my bracelet. “She says you stole that from her and gave it to me.”

Toby’s brows shot up. “What?”

The officer looked at me. “Ma’am, is it true?”

Before I could answer, Stephanie’s voice cut in. “No. It’s not true. I don’t have any bracelet. I don’t know why she thinks her husband is interested in me.”

I couldn’t believe it. Was this the same woman who had just agreed to expose Toby? The same woman who had seemed just as betrayed as I was?

A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“See?” Toby let out a nervous chuckle. “This is ridiculous. I don’t even know what this is about.”

I was still reeling from the betrayal when I heard it.

A sigh.

Then, a quiet, shaky voice.

“Alright… I did it.”

I snapped my head toward Toby, watching as he ran a hand down his face, his expression defeated.

“I stole the bracelet,” he admitted, his voice heavy with guilt. “I took it from Kate’s jewelry box and gave it to Stephanie.”

A bracelet with a heart charm | Source: Midjourney

A bracelet with a heart charm | Source: Midjourney

“Toby!” Stephanie shouted. “No!”

But he ignored her.

“I met her at a bar one night after an argument with Kate,” he confessed. “It wasn’t supposed to be anything serious, but… things happened. I took the bracelet because I thought Kate wouldn’t notice. But she did.”

I heaved a sigh of relief.

The officers exchanged glances before one of them spoke. “Ma’am, do you want to press charges?”

I looked at Toby. He wouldn’t even meet my eyes.

A side-view shot of a man | Source: Midjourney

A side-view shot of a man | Source: Midjourney

“No, officer,” I said. “I don’t want to press any charges.”

Toby’s head lifted slightly in surprise.

“I’m not going to ruin your life,” I said. “But I’m not going to stay in it either.”

Once the officers left, I turned to Stephanie.

“What the heck was that?” I yelled at her. “What were you trying to do?”

“I’m… I—”

“Get out!” I shouted. “Just get out of this room. Now!”

She hesitated, but then she nodded and left without another word.

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A nurse walking away | Source: Midjourney

Toby stepped closer and tried to apologize. “Kate, I—”

“Don’t.” My voice was calm. “Just leave.”

His eyes filled with regret, but I didn’t care anymore.

He walked out, and that was the last time I saw him. Our divorce was finalized soon after.

Leaving him wasn’t easy. Letting go of the life I had built wasn’t easy. But I had no choice. I couldn’t stay with someone who had betrayed me so deeply.

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A woman sitting on a bench | Source: Pexels

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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.

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