Our Granddaughter Accused Us of Being Cheap after Getting Our Wedding Present

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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Grandparents with their grown grandkids | Source; Getty Images

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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Happy young woman opening a gift | Source: Getty Images

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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Woman rejecting a gift | Source: Getty Images

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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An air fryer | Source: Getty Images

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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Woman disappointed by a gift | Source: Getty Images

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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Disappointed elderly couple | Source: Getty Images

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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A cash gift | source: Getty Images

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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Woman throwing tantrums | Source: Getty Images

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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Bewildered elderly woman on phone | Source: Getty Images

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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Young woman holding back tears on phone | Source: Getty Images

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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Woman showing threatening finger | Source: Getty Images

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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Bewildered elderly couple | Source: Getty Images

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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Elderly couple enjoying family time | Source: Getty Images

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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Elderly couple with family on Christmas | Source: Getty Images

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.

As a Mother of Two, I Dreamed of Adopting a Third Until My MIL Forced Me to Leave Home with My Kids — Story of the Day

I thought adopting a child would complete our family, but nothing prepared me for the challenges that followed. Just when everything seemed to fall apart, an unexpected turn changed our lives forever.

Recently, my husband Mark and I unanimously decided to adopt a child. It wasn’t a decision we made lightly, but it felt deeply right. Our home had love to spare, and I knew our family had room for one more soul.

Emily and Jacob, our two beloved children, caught on to our excitement right away. They were chattering about their “new sister” every day.

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“Do you think she likes soccer?” Jacob asked as he kicked a ball around the yard.

Emily rolled her eyes. “She probably likes dolls, Jacob. She’s six, not a boy.”

“She can like both,” I interjected with a laugh, loving their playful banter.

Earlier that day, Mark and I met Evie for the first time. A petite six-year-old with chestnut hair and solemn eyes, she held a worn teddy bear tightly, like it was her lifeline.

“She’s beautiful,” I whispered to Mark as we left the meeting.

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“She’s got a kind soul. You can just tell.”

The warmth of that moment lingered, and I held onto it as we returned home. I couldn’t wait to see her playing with Emily and Jacob, laughing around the dinner table. Everything felt perfect until the family dinner with my MIL, Barbara.

It began innocently enough. Barbara passed me the salad bowl, chatting about the neighbor’s new puppy. Then, her tone shifted.

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“So,” she began, eyeing Mark, “I hear you two are thinking about adopting.”

I smiled, setting my fork down. “We are. Her name is Evie. She’s six…”

“Someone else’s child?” Barbara interrupted, her voice sharp. She glanced between us, her expression unreadable. “You’re serious?”

“Of course we are,” Mark said, but his voice lacked conviction. My heart sank.

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Barbara leaned back in her chair. “I just don’t see how a stranger can ever truly be part of this family. Blood ties are what keep us together. Not some orphan.”

The room fell silent. Emily and Jacob, usually giggling through dinner, froze in their seats. My hands tightened around my napkin, but I forced myself to stay calm.

“Family isn’t about blood,” I said firmly. “It’s about love and commitment.”

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Barbara shrugged. “That’s easy to say, Sarah, but I’ve seen it fail. I just think you should consider the consequences.”

“Mom,” Mark said quietly, “we’ve already made our decision.”

Her sharp gaze turned to him. “Have you? Because it doesn’t sound like you’re entirely sure.”

I glanced at Mark, hoping he’d respond, but he just stared down at his plate. The silence was deafening.

That night, Mark was distant. He didn’t join Emily and Jacob for their bedtime story. Instead, he wandered the house, his footsteps heavy.

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“Mark?” I called softly from the living room. “Are you okay?”

“I just… I don’t know, Sarah. Maybe Mom has a point. What if this is too much for us?”

I stepped closer. “Mark, you were so sure before. What’s changed?”

He rubbed his forehead. “I don’t know. I need time to think.”

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. As I went upstairs to check on the kids, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Barbara’s words had planted a dangerous seed of doubt in Mark’s heart.

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***

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows, but the brightness only highlighted the heavy mood in the house. The day we had been waiting for—the day we were supposed to bring Evie home—was here. But instead of excitement, a cold tension hung in the air.

Mark stood by the front door, arms crossed, his face unreadable. I approached him with a smile, clutching the list of things I had prepared for Evie’s arrival. But his words stopped me cold.

“I’ve changed my mind, Sarah. I don’t want to go through with this.”

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“What?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “What are you saying?”

“I just don’t think it’s the right decision. I can’t do this.”

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The betrayal stung, sharp and deep, but as the silence stretched between us, something inside me shifted. A clarity I hadn’t felt before settled over me.

“You might have changed your mind,” I said slowly, “but I haven’t. Evie is waiting for us, Mark. She’s been promised a family, and I can’t let her down.”

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“You’re being irrational,” he said, his voice rising. “You’re dragging the kids into this. You’re making a mistake!”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I turned, grabbed my keys, and began packing a bag for myself and the children. Emily and Jacob watched me quietly, their eyes wide, sensing the tension but saying nothing.

Minutes later, I was buckling them into the car as Mark stood on the porch, shouting something about how I was taking his children away. I didn’t look back. My heart was set.

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The only place I could think to go was my late mother’s house—a small, run-down property that had been sitting empty for years. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a beginning. And for Evie, I would make it work.

***

The first floor was livable after hours of scrubbing, sweeping, and airing out the musty rooms. It was enough for the first time. I focused on turning the space into a cozy retreat for us.

“Mom, what are you doing up there?” Jacob called from the living room as I carried an old mop and bucket to the second floor.

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“Just a little magic,” I replied, peeking my head over the banister with a smile. “You’ll see when it’s done.”

“Can we help?” Emily’s voice chimed in.

I shook my head gently. “Not this time, sweetie. Why don’t you and Jacob show Evie how to play hide and seek? I bet she’s never played it with such great hiders before.”

Emily immediately turned to Evie, who sat quietly on the couch, clutching her stuffed bear. “Come on, Evie! I’ll even let you hide first.”

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“Yeah, but don’t pick my spot,” Jacob teased, puffing his chest dramatically. “I’ve got the best hiding places in the whole house.”

Evie looked up at them hesitantly, her small hands gripping the bear tighter. “I… I don’t know,” she murmured.

Emily crouched beside her. “It’s really fun. I’ll hide with you the first time if you want. We can be a team.”

A tiny smile flickered across Evie’s face. “Okay.”

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“That’s the spirit!” Jacob whooped, already darting toward the hallway. “Let’s see if Mom can find us when she’s done building her tower upstairs!”

I chuckled at his imagination as I climbed to the second floor. From above, I could hear their giggles and footsteps as they dashed around.

Emily’s voice called out playful instructions, and Evie’s laughter finally joined theirs. It was a sound I was holding my breath to hear.

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Hours later, after the kids had worn themselves out and fallen asleep after pizza, I stood in the dimly lit kitchen, warming my hands with a mug of tea. The day went better than I’d hoped. Evie had played, smiled, and even laughed. She began to trust us.

I tiptoed into my room, careful not to wake the children. As I sank onto the bed, the tears came, hot and unrelenting.

Mark’s absence felt like a shadow over everything. I stared at the cracks in the ceiling, whispering to myself in the darkness.

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“Am I doing this right? Is this enough?”

In those moments of doubt, I turned to social media as a way to cope. It started simply—a few posts sharing the highs and lows of adjusting to our new life, more for myself than anyone else.

Writing helped me process my thoughts, giving my feelings a place to land. But something unexpected happened.

Strangers, mostly mothers, began commenting on my posts. They shared their own stories, offered advice, and sent words of encouragement.

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“You’re doing an amazing thing,” one woman wrote.

“Stay strong. It’s hard, but it’s worth it,” said another.

The messages poured in, and then, people started showing up in real life.

It started with a knock at the door one morning. When I opened it, a woman stood there with a basket of groceries.

“I read your post,” she said with a kind smile. “I just wanted to help.”

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Another day, a man arrived with a toolbox in hand. “I heard about your house. Mind if I fix that front step? It’s a little wobbly.”

Soon, our little house was buzzing with activity. People brought toys for the kids, blankets to keep us warm, and even fresh paint to brighten the walls. I wasn’t alone.

After several active days and fewer tearful nights, Mark finally wrote. He wanted to meet.

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***

The hum of a car pulling into the driveway broke the afternoon stillness. My heart skipped as I set down the laundry basket and peeked through the curtain.

Mark stepped out, his shoulders slumped, his face lined with exhaustion. He wasn’t the same man who had walked away weeks ago. I met him at the door, unsure what to say.

“I’m ashamed of myself, Sarah,” he said. “Ashamed of how I let my mother’s fears control me. Ashamed of leaving you to carry this burden alone. You did what I should’ve done. You didn’t give up.”

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“I didn’t have a choice, Mark,” I said quietly. “Evie needed us. She still does.”

He nodded, his eyes meeting mine for the first time. “I know. And I’m here now. I want to make this right.”

Forgiveness didn’t need to be spoken. It was in the way he rolled up his sleeves and got to work the very next day.

Together, we finished the repairs on the house. Mark worked tirelessly, fixing the roof and building sturdy shelves while I painted and organized.

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Evie’s laughter rang through the halls as Emily and Jacob pulled her into their games. For the first time in weeks, the house felt alive.

A few weeks later, Barbara visited. She didn’t say much, but I watched her hand Evie a small brooch, something she treasured. I saw her walls begin to crumble.

When the house was complete, Mark and I sat together on the porch, looking out at the yard where the kids played.

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Suddenly Mark turned to me. “What if we turned this place into a foster home? A real one. A safe haven for kids who need a family, even if it’s just for a little while.”

“Mark, that’s… that’s an incredible idea.”

He squeezed my hand. “Then let’s do it. Together.”

We both knew that family wasn’t about blood. It’s about love, choices, and fighting for the people you care about. And it’s always worth the fight.

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