
I fell in love with a pregnant woman, promising to help her raise her child, but she chose to have fun and eventually abandoned me. Years later, she returned to do something unimaginable.
I met Molly in college. She was stunning and often surrounded by the popular guys, particularly the football team. Although we became friends, my feelings for her were unreturned. Eventually, she started dating Tanner, the team captain, and I always felt she deserved better.
A few months later, Molly came to my house in tears. Tanner had broken up with her and quickly moved on with someone else. I tried to comfort her, but she was heartbroken. A month after that, she revealed life-altering news: she was pregnant.
When I learned that Tanner wanted nothing to do with the baby, I was furious. He urged her to terminate the pregnancy, which made me even angrier. Molly felt lost; she was in college and didn’t think she could handle being a single mom.
Without hesitation, I offered to marry her and help raise the baby. I didn’t care about my feelings for her; I just wanted to support her. Molly hesitated but eventually agreed, and we went to the courthouse with friends as witnesses.
We managed through the pregnancy, though it was challenging. I was excited to become a father, but Molly seemed increasingly unhappy. She missed her carefree college life. When our daughter, Amelia, was born, I fell in love with her immediately, and I embraced my role as her dad. Molly adapted better than I expected, and we formed a little family.
However, as the years passed, Molly’s discontent grew. When Amelia was five, Molly broke down and said she couldn’t do it anymore. She felt she had lost her youth and decided to leave, shocking me completely. Despite my attempts to reason with her, she packed her things and walked away, leaving me to care for Amelia alone.
I became a single father, which was harder than I imagined. Amelia cried often, missing her mother, but we eventually adjusted. Meanwhile, Molly enjoyed her freedom, frequently posting about her new life on social media, and it broke my heart to see her partying while I raised our daughter.
Years later, I learned Molly had rekindled her relationship with Tanner, the very man who had abandoned her when she needed support. Just when I thought we had moved on, Molly returned, demanding Amelia live with her and Tanner, claiming they were ready to be a family.
I was furious. I had raised Amelia all these years, and I was her true father. Molly threatened to take me to court for custody, and I felt trapped. My lawyers advised settling out of court, but I knew that Amelia belonged with me.
When the court date arrived, Amelia testified, saying I was her only father and that she didn’t want to live with her mother, who had left her. The judge listened, granting me full custody while allowing Molly visitation on weekends. I encouraged Amelia to forgive her mother and build a relationship, but she often reminded me that I was the best father she could have.
From this experience, I learned two important lessons: appreciate what you have, and recognize that some responsibilities require significant sacrifices. Molly threw away her family, only to discover that she couldn’t easily reclaim it.
Conceited Passenger Consumed My Airplane Meal, Karma Swiftly Took Action

A woman expected just another regular flight, but a bold action from the passenger next to her changed everything. The journey took an unexpected turn for both of them. Boarding a flight from New York to Los Angeles, I anticipated a calm and uneventful trip. As a 35-year-old marketing consultant, frequent travel was part of my job, and I had learned to handle airports and flights efficiently.This time, I was heading to an important conference in LA, with a tight connection to San Diego for a pre-conference meeting. I had meticulously planned every detail, including choosing an aisle seat for a swift exit. Upon reaching my row, I saw the man in the window seat already settled in.
He appeared to be in his early 40s, exuding an air of importance in his pressed shirt and polished shoes. He frequently checked his expensive watch, seemingly annoyed by my presence when I took my seat. I just wanted a peaceful flight to review my notes. However, my straightforward trip soon turned into a mini-nightmare,
When dinner was served, I realized I hadn’t eaten all day and was starving. The smell of the food made my stomach growl with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to eat, review my notes, and possibly take a short nap before landing. But then I needed to use the restroom. I checked to see how far the food cart was, and since it was still a few rows away, I hurried to the back of the plane, trying not to disturb my seatmate.
To my dismay, I found a long line waiting for the restroom. I anxiously checked my watch as the minutes passed, and I grew increasingly impatient. By the time I finally returned to my seat, my meal tray was gone, and the man next to me was happily devouring his second meal.
I asked if they had served my meal while I was away, but he merely shrugged and smirked, claiming he didn’t want it to go to waste since I was gone too long. Stunned, I couldn’t believe someone would do such a thing.
When I asked the flight attendant if any meals were left, she apologized and offered me a small bag of pretzels instead. I felt defeated, watching as the man polished off both meals and then fell asleep, clearly satisfied. While munching on pretzels, I tried to focus on my work, glancing at the man snoring beside me. My stomach protested, but I reminded myself I had a tight connection to catch.
As we began our descent into LA, the flight attendants made announcements about landing and connecting flights. When the plane landed, I grabbed my bag, eager to rush to my next gate. But just as I stood up, an announcement came: there was a last-minute gate change for my connecting flight.
I glanced at my seatmate, still asleep, and debated whether to wake him. He had eaten my meal, but I couldn’t just leave him to miss his flight. I gently nudged him, but he didn’t stir. I nudged him harder, but he merely mumbled and turned away.
Realizing I had to go, I left him behind and hurried off the plane. The terminal was crowded, and I navigated through the throngs of people to reach my new gate just in time to board. Once I arrived in San Diego and met my colleagues, one of them mentioned seeing someone who looked familiar at LAX. She described a disheveled man who had just woken up and was arguing with a gate agent because he missed his flight.
I couldn’t help but smile when I realized it was my seatmate. I told my colleague how he had eaten my meal while I was in the restroom and had slept through the gate change. She agreed that it was a perfect example of karma in action.
As I settled in for my meeting, I felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that while I made it on time, Mr. Important was stuck in LA, likely regretting his choice to indulge in both meals. Sometimes, what goes around really does come around.
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