My husband and I bought our granddaughter a wedding gift from her registry. She reached out and accused us of being cheap after getting the wedding present. Now, she is upset and threatens to cut us off because we didn’t give her the cash gift that we presented to each of our grandkids a day before their wedding.
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I’m in my 70s, a proud grandmother to five amazing grandkids: three women and two men. I adore my grandkids and often show up for them emotionally and financially. Whenever they have celebrations or hard times, they know that they can count on me.
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The youngest of grandkids, Eloise, got married last October. My husband, who is also in his 70s, and I have a tradition for our grandkids. We buy a small gift from the wedding registry, usually the cheapest item, and then, the day before the wedding, we give them a check for $40,000.
We hope they’ll use it for a house, but it’s ultimately their choice. We also ask them to keep it a secret, considering our large family. Until now, everyone has respected this request.
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This time, we sent an air fryer to our youngest granddaughter, the cheapest thing on her registry. Eloise called us, livid, accusing us of being cheap. I remember picking up her call and she didn’t even say hi, she just started ranting, “Seriously, Grandma? I just got your gift. An air fryer? That’s the cheapest thing you could find on my registry!”
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I was taken aback because as much as the air fryer was the cheapest on their registry, I still thought it’d be useful to them, so I told her that. Eloise kept on complaining, “Useful? Come on, you know you can do better than that. Everyone knows you have the money. I just can’t believe you’d be this cheap with me. It’s embarrassing.”
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In this heated moment, I told her, “Yes, you’re right. We are 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.”
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I revealed this in an attempt to explain to Eloise about the cash gift we usually give our grandkids before the wedding but she was so angry at this point, that she wasn’t listening to a thing I said. I speculated that maybe she didn’t believe we would gift her such an amount of money after only buying her an air fryer.
Eventually, she said, “No, it’s clear. You just don’t love me enough to show it. You know how much pressure I’m under with the wedding. And then, this? It’s like you don’t even care,” then she hung up.
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Despite my husband and I’s shock at Eloise’s reaction, we then bought her a China set, hoping to appease her, but decided against giving her the $40,000, feeling she hadn’t earned it.
Fast forward to last week. Eloise talked to her brother and found out that we were telling her the truth about the money. After confirming it with her cousins, she, called again, accusing us of discrimination, “I just found out that it’s true you gave the money to everyone else when they got married. Why didn’t I get anything?”
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We stood firm, explaining our stance was due to her initial reaction, “We felt after your reaction to the wedding gift, it wasn’t right to go ahead and gift you the money.” Eloise pleaded trying to convince us otherwise, “So, you’re punishing me? Is that it? Because I was upset about an air fryer?”
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I was angry that she didn’t even understand what she did wrong. “It wasn’t about the air fryer, Eloise. It was how you spoke to us, the disrespect. That’s not something we expected or can support,” I explained.
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Eloise implored us, nearly in tears, “But that’s so unfair! I was stressed, Grandma. Planning a wedding is hard, and I just snapped. I didn’t mean any of it.” I felt like she should have only apologized to us instead of finding excuses to justify her behavior.
However, I told her, “We understand that it’s a stressful time, but actions and words have consequences. We hoped you’d understand the value of family and love over material things.” Full of desperation, Eloise added, “But you don’t understand! Can’t we just forget all this happened? I need that money, Grandma.”
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She pleaded, threatened to boycott Christmas, and accused us of cutting her off but we didn’t budge. In the end, I expressed, “We love you very much. This has nothing to do with cutting you off. We just hope you’ll reflect on this and understand why we made our decision.”
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Now, Eloise has followed up on her threat and she’s boycotting Christmas. Her mother, who is our daughter-in-law, is siding with her, calling us unreasonable. However, we feel that after all we have done for Eloise, the air fryer gift, shouldn’t have triggered this reaction.
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For context, we had already paid for her college, and her parents covered her graduate school and half the wedding. Additionally, she and her husband are financially comfortable and do not desperately need our money.
We’re also not upset with our grandkids for revealing the cash gift since she is among the group of family members who are allowed to know about it. Our reason for sending the air fryer earlier was that we live far away, so we always send our gifts early.
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The wedding gift is also separate from the money, which we give with the hope it will be used for something significant, like a home. Now, we feel like the action we took towards Eloise was well deserved and we are not going back on our decisions even if she and her mom threaten to do their worst.
Despite the tumultuous events and Eloise’s refusal to understand our perspective, my husband and I stand by our decision. Love and respect in our family are paramount, and we hoped this situation would be a learning experience for her.
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The holidays might be quieter this year with her family’s absence, but our hope is for healing and understanding in the future. Our door and hearts remain open to Eloise, whenever she’s ready to mend fences.
My Ex-Husband Asked Me to Be a Surrogate for Him and His New Wife – It Ended Not as He Expected
In a twist that blurs the lines between love, duty, and destiny, Julia discovers her capacity for unexpected love when she agrees to be a surrogate for her ex-husband and his new wife, only to find herself entangled in a deep emotional bond that challenges everything she thought she knew about her heart.
Life has a way of throwing curves when you least expect it. Hi, I’m Julia, and I want to share a bit of my story. It starts off like many—Tom and I met back in high school. We were that sweet couple everyone kind of expected to end up together.
Julia and Tom on their prom night | Source: Midjourney
We sailed through college side by side, and by graduation, we were engaged. Two years later, after getting our master’s degrees, we tied the knot. Those early years were filled with joy, laughter, and dreams of the future we were building together.
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But things started changing after our second son was born. Tom began pulling away, and the warmth we had for each other cooled off gradually. One evening, he just dropped the bombshell.
“Julia, I want a divorce,” he said, as simply as if he was discussing the weather. That night, he packed a suitcase, kissed me on the forehead, and left, leaving behind a stunned me to figure out how to explain to our kids where Daddy had gone the next morning.
Tom asked for divorce out of nowhere | Source: Midjourney
Adapting to life as a single mom wasn’t easy. I strove to keep things as normal as possible for our boys, trying to shield them from the pain and confusion I felt. Every day was a challenge, filled with little reminders of the life we once shared.
Julia tries to cope with the divorce | Source: Midjourney
The empty chair at dinner, the quiet after the kids went to bed, the decisions I now had to make alone. To cope, I started kickboxing, which became my outlet for the frustration and helplessness that often bubbled up.
I also began therapy, which helped me navigate the emotional whirlpool I found myself in. The lessons I learned about resilience and self-worth were hard-won but invaluable.
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Meanwhile, Tom moved on. He started a new life and even had a new partner, Margaret. From what I heard, they seemed happy, and though it stung a bit to know he had moved on so completely, I focused on rebuilding my life and being the best mother I could be.
Tom holds out his hand to his new girlfriend | Source: Midjourney
Life, as I’ve learned, never quite follows the script you write in your head. Just when I thought my relationship with Tom was permanently confined to co-parenting and occasional awkward exchanges during kid hand-offs, he called me one evening.
The conversation started typically enough, with updates about our sons and the mundane details of life. But then, Tom’s tone changed, and what he asked next was something I never saw coming.
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“Julia, I have a big favor to ask you,” he began, his voice hesitant. “Margaret and I have been trying to start a family, but we’ve run into some challenges. We were wondering… would you consider being a surrogate for us?” The request was so unexpected that at first, I thought I might have misheard him. Surrogacy? For my ex-husband and his new wife?
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The shock of the question had me reeling, but I managed to stammer out that I needed some time to think. Tom understood and suggested I come over the next day to talk more about it with both him and Margaret.
That night, I tossed and turned, grappling with the implications of his request. The thought of carrying another child was daunting, not to mention doing so for Tom and his wife. Yet, there was something about the possibility of helping them that tugged at my heartstrings.
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The next day, I drove to Tom’s house, my mind a whirlwind of pros and cons. When I arrived, Margaret answered the door. She was striking, with big green eyes and deep copper hair, a stark contrast to my more subdued appearance. Despite the bizarre nature of our meeting, she greeted me with a warm, genuine smile that surprisingly eased my tension.
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“We’re so grateful you’re considering this,” she said as we sat down. Margaret shared their struggles and her hopes for the future. As she spoke, I couldn’t help but feel a connection to her—her vulnerability, her strength.
It was disarming, and confusingly, I felt something stir inside me when I looked at her, a feeling I briskly pushed aside, reminding myself that I had never been attracted to a woman before.
Julia shocked to see Margaret | Source: Midjourney
As we talked, the dynamics between us shifted gradually. They were both fully open about what the process would entail and committed to supporting me every step of the way. Seeing their unity and hearing their story, I felt a surge of unexpected solidarity. Perhaps, I thought, this could be a way to heal old wounds and build something new.
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After hours of discussion, I finally agreed. “I’ll do it,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt. Margaret’s face lit up with a mix of relief and joy, and even Tom seemed deeply moved. They assured me of their support and respect through whatever was to come.
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Driving home, I felt a complex mix of emotions—apprehension, curiosity, and a nascent sense of camaraderie with Margaret. Had anyone told me a year ago that I would agree to such a proposal, I would have laughed.
But here I was, embarking on a journey that was as unexpected as it was profound. The road ahead was uncertain, but something inside me knew this was the right path, not just for them, but perhaps for me as well.
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The journey through surrogacy was more than just a physical experience; it became a voyage of emotional growth and deepening connections. Being pregnant again was daunting, yet the experience was uniquely different this time around, mainly due to the unexpected yet profound friendship that developed between Margaret and me.
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Margaret was more than just supportive; she became a close friend. We started spending a lot of time together, sharing not just the details of the pregnancy but also parts of our lives. She introduced me to her book club, a group of vibrant women who gathered monthly to discuss literature over wine and snacks.
Margaret’s book club | Source: Midjourney
Meanwhile, I brought her to my kickboxing classes, where she quickly picked up the moves, her energy and enthusiasm matching mine. These activities weren’t just pastimes; they were the threads that wove our lives closer together.
As my belly grew, so did our bond. Margaret was there for every doctor’s appointment, her hand often squeezing mine during the scans, her eyes wide with wonder each time she heard the baby’s heartbeat.
Margaret learns kickboxing | Source: Midjourney
We shared many moments that bordered on intimacy, like when she’d rest her head against my shoulder during movie nights, or when our hands would linger together a little too long, brushing away tears during a particularly moving book club discussion.
These moments were new and filled with a confusing blend of emotions. They were gentle but charged, leaving both of us occasionally blushing and hurriedly shifting the conversation.
Julia and Margaret share an intimate moment | Source: Midjourney
As the due date approached, the reality of what we were about to experience hit us. Labor began in the early hours of a chilly morning, and it was Margaret who drove me to the hospital, her presence a calming force amidst the intensity of contractions.
She was right there, holding my hand, coaching me through the breathing exercises we had laughed about needing to remember during our prenatal classes.
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The birth was intense and emotional. When the nurse handed the newborn to Margaret, her immediate joy was palpable. She held the baby with such tenderness and love, a sight that I will never forget.
But it was the moment she turned to me with tears streaming down her face, the baby in her arms, and whispered, “Thank you, Julia, for everything,” that I felt a profound shift in our relationship. It was a moment of pure connection, overshadowed only by the sudden change in Tom’s demeanor.
Margaret hold her baby for the first time | Source: Midjourney
Tom’s voice broke through the emotional high, his tone sharp as he asked Margaret to step outside. The air shifted, and the warmth we’d nurtured over the months suddenly cooled by his unexpected anger.
Margaret glanced at me, confusion and hurt in her eyes before she followed him out. After that, she disappeared for days, not responding to my texts or calls, leaving me worried and bewildered.
Furious Tom | Source: Midjourney
The silence from her side was painful. I was left alone with my thoughts, my emotions a tangled mess of joy for the life I’d helped bring into the world and sorrow for the rift it seemed to have caused.
The complexity of our relationship, the boundaries we had perhaps unknowingly blurred, now lay bare, challenging the foundation of what we had built. As I lay in the hospital bed, recovering and reflecting, I realized that the journey we had embarked on together was far from over, and its destination was still unknown.
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Months had passed since the birth and the sudden, painful void left by Margaret’s absence. Each day I felt the echo of our laughter in the empty spaces of my home, the silence amplifying the loss.
The more time that passed, the more I came to realize that the ache in my heart wasn’t just from a friendship paused—it was the realization that I had fallen in love with her.
Julia mourns her relationship | Source: Midjourney
It was a chilly evening, rain tapping softly against the windows, a perfect mirror to my mood, when there was a knock at the door. Peering through the peephole, my breath caught in my throat. Margaret stood there, soaked to the skin, her eyes earnest and desperate. I swung the door open, unable to speak.
Margaret came to see Julia | Source: Midjourney
“Julia, I need to talk to you,” she said, her voice trembling. We sat down on the couch, and she took a deep breath. “These past months have been agony. I’ve missed you more than I thought possible,” she confessed, her gaze locked with mine. “And I’ve realized that I… I love you, Julia. Not just as a friend, but something much deeper, something I can’t ignore anymore.”
Julia and Margaret finally together | Source: Midjourney
Hearing her words, something inside me broke free. The walls I had built to guard my heart crumbled. I reached for her hand, tears mirroring hers. “I love you too, Margaret,” I whispered. It was a confession, a release, and a beginning all at once.
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In the weeks that followed, Margaret ended her marriage with Tom. It was a decision fraught with its own set of challenges and pain, but one she needed to make for her happiness and integrity.
We took things slowly, allowing the reality of our new life together to settle. Our relationship blossomed not just from the seeds of friendship but from shared adversity and profound understanding.
Margaret and the children | Source: Midjourney
Looking back on the unexpected journey from being asked to be a surrogate to finding true love with Margaret, I am reminded of life’s unpredictable nature and the surprising paths our hearts can lead us down.
Margaret and Julia spend time together | Source: Midjourney
Love found me in the most unexpected form, through a connection forged in support and deep emotional bonds. Margaret and I have embarked on this new chapter together, cherishing the serendipity of our story, the resilience of our spirits, and the promise of a future crafted by courage and love.
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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