When Carina’s parents kick her out after high school, she has no choice but to navigate her way around life. Years later, after making a success of her life, and her wedding is around the corner, she reaches out to them, only for them to storm into her life, trying to take ownership of what she has worked so hard for.
“Carina,” my mother said, opening a packet of biscuits. “You’re going to regret not going to medical school.”
“Mom,” I replied. “My brain doesn’t work like Jade’s; she’s the doctor in the family, not me.”
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“I don’t see why it can’t be the both of you,” she sniffed, dunking a biscuit into her lukewarm tea. “Why do you even waste your time with computers? Those machines are not going to make your life comfortable.”
This wasn’t anything new. My parents hated that I loved computers, and when school was out in the next few months, I was going to be off to college, studying IT.
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“Who cares about cyber security, Carina?” my father asked while he sat down with a pork chop. “Saving people’s lives, honey. That’s what success is. Not playing on computers.”
“Cyber security is how your important details are protected, Dad,” I would always say, rolling my eyes. “It’s how countries keep their people safe.”
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“It’s not good enough,” my mother said from the sink.
After graduation, my parents made me leave the house.
“You’ve chosen this path,” my mother said when I bought my IT textbooks. “So you’re capable of taking care of yourself.”
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“I don’t think that’s fair, Mom,” I retaliated. “You let Jade live at home for her whole degree.”
“Yeah, well, she was learning how to save lives, Carina,” she said.
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Fast forward 13 years. I’ve got a successful career, a beautiful house, and the most caring fiancé, Mark, I could have ever asked for.
“Are you sure that I should invite my parents to the wedding?” I asked Mark as we took a walk one evening.
“Yes, darling,” he said, taking my hand. “Why wouldn’t you? I’m so proud of who you are and where you’ve come from. You’ve done all of this on your own.”
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“But they’ve been such horrible people, Mark. I mean, they kicked me out of their home when I got into college. I had to work as a dog groomer to make enough money to cover the rent for my tiny apartment,” I said.
“Yes, I understand that,” my fiancé said diplomatically. “But you’ve made it now. And you’ve made it without them. Look, honey. Our home is yours; it’s in your name, and I love that for us.”
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Eventually, I gave in. The excitement of our wedding planning made me realize that I was proud of myself and where I had come from.
“I did it without their support,” I told Mark as I fried bacon for us one morning. “So, I’m going to invite them.”
Mark smiled at me while he poured milk into his coffee.
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“Good, this is a big moment for us,” he said.
When my parents and sister arrived, they were stunned by my house. They assumed that I was renting a room of the house. Of course, they didn’t think that I was capable of something bigger and better than that.
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“Carina! You own this entire house?” my father asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“Yes, Dad,” I said, wheeling my mother’s suitcase in, they seemed to think that they were spending the night. “I worked hard for this.”
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“Wow, I didn’t expect this,” my sister said, looking around.
“So, I thought that we could do dinner at a restaurant tonight, and then come home for dessert and coffee. You guys can spend time with Mark and my in-laws.”
They were going to be over at any moment, the first meet and greet almost underway.
But that’s when the entitlement kicked in.
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My mother’s eyes narrowed as she scanned the living room, taking in my television and other things.
“You know, Carina,” she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. “We deserve to live in comfort after all we’ve done for you.”
Then, she promptly sat down on the couch.
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“Mom, what are you talking about?” I was incredulous. “This is my home. I bought it with my own money. You did absolutely nothing for me after high school.”
“But we’re your parents,” she insisted. “We should live better than our children. It’s our right. It’s the only right thing.”
“You can’t be serious,” I said, my voice rising. “Jade still lives with you because you wanted to baby her after her night shifts. And me? You didn’t care. This isn’t my responsibility.”
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My father stepped in at this point, crossing his arms.
“After everything we’ve sacrificed for you, this is the least you can do.”
“Jade needs a place to stay, too,” my mother said.
“Jade is an adult,” I snapped. “She made her choice to live with you, just like I made my own.”
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I felt bad that I was speaking about Jade in this way, especially because she was sitting on the couch and looking at my plants.
But my sister had chosen my parents when they kicked me out. She barely kept in contact with me, only stopping to text me on my birthday or Christmas morning.
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At that moment, the door opened, and my future in-laws walked in. I had always been close to them, wanting to find parental figures in Mark’s parents.
“We’ve been hearing this entire conversation from outside,” Tom said.
“Carina’s achievements are hers,” my future mother-in-law, Carol, said firmly. “She’s worked hard for this, and she deserves every bit of it.”
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My mother turned to her, eyes blazing.
“Who the hell are you? We have rights to this house; she’s our daughter.”
Carol didn’t flinch; she stood with her arms folded, a smile playing across her face.
“Why did you remember that only now? Where have you been all these years? Being her parents doesn’t mean that you can take credit for her hard work. Carina has earned this.”
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My parents were stunned into silence, and Jade couldn’t even look up.
“Carina invited you to celebrate her wedding, to celebrate the union of her and our son. To join our families. She did not invite you to berate her and have her hard work claimed,” Tom said.
“She owes you nothing but respect because you raised her, but that doesn’t mean giving up her home,” Carol said.
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“But we’re her family,” my mother said, clearly not expecting this level of pushback.
“Only by blood,” Mark said, stepping into the house. “Family supports one another. They don’t tear you down. And that’s what you’ve done to Carina for years.”
“You should be so proud of your girl,” Carol continued. “She’s done so much for us. I am so proud of her. Tom, too. She’s the daughter that I wanted all along.”
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Mark found his way to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.
I looked at my parents, seeing the dawning realization on their faces.
“I love you, I do,” I said. “But this is my life, and you’ve only been in it again for five minutes, and you’re already demanding things of me. Is that fair? I’ve worked too hard to let anyone take that away from me.”
My father sighed heavily.
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“We didn’t mean to upset you,” he said.
“Then respect my choice,” I said gently. “Be present for my wedding, but after that, you can go your own way again.”
After the confrontation, my parents seemed to understand, if only a little.
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When we left to the restaurant, everyone was subdued, except for Mark and my in-laws. I didn’t see a point in canceling the dinner because of the confrontation.
We sat down to eat, everyone lost in their own thoughts while Carol made comments about seeing me in my dress.
“Mark, you’re in for such a treat. Carina looks beautiful in that dress,” she said, digging into her salmon.
I smiled at my future mother-in-law. I always knew that she loved me, but her comments of the day had truly made me realize just how much.
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I was lucky. I had gotten lucky with Mark, but even more so with his parents.
I watched as my mother’s face fell when Carol went on, talking about the dress fitting. But I didn’t have it in me to make her feel better.
After dinner, we left the restaurant, parting ways with my parents and sister.
“We’ll see you at the wedding,” my father said, getting into the car.
“Yes,” I said. “I’ll see you then.”
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Let’s see what happens at my wedding.
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Stepbrothers Destroyed My Family Heirlooms – Am I Justified in My Revenge?
Hey everyone! Buckle up, because I’m about to spill the tea on a family drama that’s more tangled than a soap opera plot. I’m Willow, and what started as a regular day turned into a whirlwind of shattered heirlooms, stepmother drama, and a lawsuit that has left my family divided. Let’s dive in!
So, a bit of background: my mom passed away when I was just ten. It was a tough time, and things got even more complicated when my dad remarried less than a year later.
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His new wife, Susan, jumped straight into having more kids, and in three years, she had three children. She also has two older kids from a previous relationship, who are now eight and seven years old. So, our house is pretty much a circus all the time.
I’m the only grandchild on my mother’s side and the only granddaughter on either side. My grandparents, especially on my mom’s side, love gifting me jewelry. When my mom died, I inherited her entire collection.
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This jewelry isn’t just some random trinkets – it’s real, expensive stuff. I know it sounds a bit materialistic, but the whole collection is easily worth about $100,000. Each piece has a story, a memory, and they mean the world to me.
Now, onto the real issue. Recently, I came home after hanging out with a friend. As soon as I walked in, I noticed something strange – the oldest three kids had a pile of my jewelry on the floor of their playroom.
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They were literally jumping on it, smashing it with their feet like it was some kind of game. I lost it. “What the hell are you doing?!” I screamed. The kids just looked at me, confused and a bit scared.
I ran to get Susan. She came rushing in, and the first thing she did was check if the kids were hurt.
“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourselves?” she asked, completely ignoring the mess on the floor.
“They destroyed my jewelry, Susan! Do you even care?” I was practically in tears, holding up the broken pieces.
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Susan sighed. “They’re just kids, Willow. They didn’t know any better.”
“These aren’t just toys! They smashed heirloom pieces! Do you even understand how valuable these are?” I could feel my face turning red with anger and frustration.
Susan shrugged, clearly not understanding or caring about the significance of what had been lost. She then told the kids to stay in their rooms and instructed me to take my jewelry away from the floor.
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Instead of saying anything to her kids, Susan turned to me and called me out for keeping my jewelry in my room in a box from where the kids could easily take it.
“You should’ve kept your jewelry somewhere safer, Willow. They’re just children. How could you expect them to know any better?” she scolded, her voice dripping with condescension.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Are you serious right now? They were in my room! How is this my fault?”
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Susan shook her head and sighed. “Well, maybe if you didn’t flaunt your expensive stuff around, this wouldn’t have happened.”
She’s impossible, right? She could have apologized for what her kids did or taught them a thing or two about not snooping around or taking someone else’s stuff without their permission, but no. She chose to parent me instead.
I was at my breaking point. I was so fed up with Susan and her kids that I decided to take action.
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Keeping my cool, I got Susan to repeat everything she said earlier so I could record it. This time around, she was louder and angrier. Lucky for me, the brunt of her anger was directed toward me, despite it being her precious boys’ fault.
“Honestly, Willow, you need to be more responsible. This is your fault for leaving your jewelry where they could get it!” she shouted, her face turning red.
I held up my phone, pretending to adjust my grip but making sure to catch every word. “So, you’re saying it’s my fault that they destroyed my things?”
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“Yes, exactly! You need to learn how to share this house with everyone!” she snapped.
That was all the evidence I needed. I emailed the recording to my grandparents, aunts, and uncles, detailing what happened. I also attached pictures of the damage. My grandparents were furious.
They couldn’t believe the audacity of Susan and her kids. Now, they’re suing my stepmother for $50,000. And half of my family now hates her.
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When my dad found out, he was furious. He stormed into my room, his face red with anger. “Willow, what were you thinking? Why would you involve the whole family in this? You should have come to me first!”
I looked up from my phone, trying to keep calm. “Dad, I did come to you. You didn’t do anything. Susan blamed me for their mess!”
He shook his head, clearly frustrated. “You should have let me work it out. This is a family matter, and now you’ve blown it out of proportion.”
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I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Dad, they destroyed Mom’s jewelry. Heirlooms! And Susan didn’t care at all. She blamed me! How could I just let that go?”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know it’s hard, but involving your grandparents and suing Susan is too much. We could have handled this internally.”
I felt a lump forming in my throat. “Handled it internally? Like how? By doing nothing? By letting Susan get away with it?”
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“I would have talked to her. We could have found a solution,” he insisted.
“Talk to her?” I scoffed. “You mean like how she talked to me? Blaming me for everything? Dad, for once, I needed you to be on my side.”
His face softened a bit, but he still looked torn. “Willow, I love you. But you need to understand that Susan is my wife. The boys are my responsibility too. I have to keep the peace.”
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I nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words. “I get it, Dad. But keeping the peace shouldn’t mean sacrificing what’s right. I couldn’t just stand by and let them ruin everything Mom left me.”
He looked at me, a mix of sadness and frustration in his eyes. “I just wish you’d given me a chance to fix it.”
I shook my head, tears welling up. “I did, Dad. But you were too busy protecting them to see how much this hurt me.”
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He didn’t have a response to that, and after a moment of silence, he left my room.
So now I’m left wondering, readers, was my father right? Should I have overlooked what Susan did and tried to resolve the matter at home without involving my grandparents? What would you have done in my place?
It’s just so painful to see my dad choose them over me, and I don’t know if I handled this the right way. I’m torn between feeling justified and feeling like I’ve made things worse.
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What do you think? Am I in the wrong here, or was I right to stand up for myself and my mom’s legacy?
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He didn’t have a response to that, and after a moment of silence, he left my room.
So now I’m left wondering, readers, was my father right? Should I have overlooked what Susan did and tried to resolve the matter at home without involving my grandparents? What would you have done in my place?
It’s just so painful to see my dad choose them over me, and I don’t know if I handled this the right way. I’m torn between feeling justified and feeling like I’ve made things worse.
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What do you think? Am I in the wrong here, or was I right to stand up for myself and my mom’s legacy?
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So, I’m 25, navigating this weird phase of life where my stepmom, Natalie, is a central figure. She’s only 37, and yeah, she married my dad just two years after we lost my mom. It’s been rough, not going to lie.
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My mom was everything to me, and seeing Dad with someone else, especially so soon and so much younger? Tough to stomach.
But life’s all about the surprises it throws at you, right? Natalie does make Dad happy, which is something, I guess. So I’ve been trying to thaw the frosty air between us, aiming for at least a “normal” relationship.
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Mother’s Day was on the horizon, and I figured, why not make an effort? I booked a table at a nice restaurant for her and Dad and bought this pretty necklace.
It had her initials and a tiny tortoise charm hanging from it—Dad mentioned once that she’s nuts about tortoises. I was really excited to give it to her, thinking maybe, just maybe, it could be a step toward mending fences.
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So, I handed her the gift, right? She opened it, looked at it, and her face twisted as if she’d just sniffed spoiled milk. And then, no kidding, she tossed it back into the gift bag.
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Why did Avril’s stepmom treat her heartfelt gift that way?
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