Son puts mother in nursing home, returns home and finds his suitcases on the doorstep

Joe believed he did the best thing for his ailing mother when he placed her in a nursing home. His fiancée, Emily, was the one who convinced him it was for the best for everyone if the elderly lady was out of her home. “You did the right thing,” she said with a grin on her face. “Your mom will have a better life in the nursing home…and we can turn her old crafts room into a lovely nursery for our baby.”

However, upon returning from the nursing home, Joe and Emily were shocked to see some people moving the furniture from their house. They rushed to inspect what was going on, still shocked from the sight.

“What the heck is going on over here?” Joe yelled as he exited the car and ran towards the porch. “Hey, who are you…and what are you doing in my house?”

“You must be Joe!” the man replied. “I knew you would come. By the way, this isn’t your house anymore! Your mom sold it to us. Here are the papers…and there’s your stuff.”

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Joe was looking in confusion, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing and was unable to move. But Emily acted. She grabbed the paper from the man’s hand and started analyzing the agreement. Her facial expression said it was true. Joe’s mom really sold the house.

“You fool!” she yelled. “Your mother tricked you right under your nose…and you had no clue? Everything is ruined now.”

“Emily…don’t say that. I don’t understand why Mom did this. But we still have each other. We can…”

“There’s no more WE, you loser! Forget about me,” she said as she pulled the ring and threw it on the ground.

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Joe ran after her, pleading, “Wait…what about our baby?”

But Emily laughed at his face as she replied, “You’re so stupid! There’s no baby. Now get out of my way.”

“Wha—what do you mean? Emily…Emily? Stop….” Joe called out, but she left the place and left his life.

Heartbroken, Joe stood on the porch and that’s when he noticed a letter under one of the boxes.

It was from his mother.

“Dear Joe,

I’m sorry this happened. I wish I never had to take such drastic steps. But you left me with no other choice. It all started the day you first brought Emily home… the letter started.

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Some weeks ago…

The decision to sell the house was made weeks ago, while Joe’s mom, Nora, was resting in her armchair.

Joe entered the place, and there was a woman with him, Emily. “…Joe is so funny…and charming,” Emily chuckled as she sat next to Joe on the couch. “I couldn’t say no when he first asked me on a date to the funfair.”

“It’s been just three weeks…but it feels like we’ve known each other for ages. That’s why I insisted Emily move in with me,” Joe said with visible delight in his eyes.

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Her son’s words stunned Nora. She needed time to compose herself as she placed her oxygen mask on her face.

“I’m sorry if this has come as a shock, Mom,” Joe rubbed Nora’s shoulder. “Things might seem sudden…but trust me…Emily is the one for me. We’re soulmates!”

Nora turned to Emily, took her hand, and said, “Emily, darling, if you don’t mind, can you please make me some tea, dear? The warmth soothes my throat. The kitchen is that way…”

As Emily left the room to make some tea, Joe looked at his mother and whispered, “Isn’t she the best, Mom?”

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“She seems like a lovely girl. But don’t you think you’re taking things a bit fast, Joey?”

“Mom, I understand your concerns. I didn’t want to tell you everything because of your health. But you deserve to know…I’m planning to propose to Emily this weekend.”

As expected, Nora believed that was way too soon since Joe knew Emily only for a few weeks.

“Mom, relax. You’re the one who taught me to fight for love. That’s what you and Dad did when you eloped, right?”

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“But, Joey, that and this are entirely different.”

“Mom, I love Emily. I can’t live without her. Please trust me… she will be a great wife and a wonderful daughter-in-law.”

This sudden rushing didn’t give Nora peace.

However, when Emily moved in the following day, things seemed to have fallen into place as she and Nora got along well. The two knitted together, watched documentaries, and chatted.

Nora started to like her soon to be daughter-in-law until one night, when she woke up at midnight to take her pills, she heard Nora talking to someone over the phone and saying, “That old crone and her oxygen machine… she is such a thorn in my way… but Joe is madly hooked on me. So I should be able to get rid of her soon.”

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Nora froze. At that moment she wondered what could Emily possibly do to get rid of her, but then Emily continued, “Just a lil sweet talk, and he should agree to stick his mother in a nursing home. Then, I’ll kick him out, and this house will be mine!”

Nora’s initial plan was to tell her son what she had heard, but she knew he was too smitten with his girlfriend to trust her.

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Over the course of the next couple of days, Emily acted as though she enjoyed Nora’s company.

One day, however, Joe approached Nora and told her they needed to talk.

“It’s about Emily…” Joe said.

“Oh, dear, I’m so sorry things didn’t work out between you two…”

But Joe frowned. “What? Things are great between Emily and me, Mom. I’ve never been happier.

“Actually, Mom…” Joe swallowed hard. “…Emily’s been running her own business while working through the temp agency. She needs help with buying more machinery. But she can’t afford it right now. So I’d like to help her…but there’s only one way to get the money I need.”

“What is it, Joe?” Nora asked dreadfully.

“Mom, you know…your health isn’t improving. I think you need a better place where you’re cared for well…I think it’s time you moved into a nursing home.”

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“Mom, it’ll be comfortable there,” said as he squeezed his mom’s hand. “…and if you agree to sell your house, I can put that money in Emily’s business. I promise to repurchase this property as soon as we see a return on the investment.”

Feeling betrayed, Nora said with sadness in her voice, “I don’t want to leave…my home.”

“Mom, I’m just trying to look out for you. Please…” Joe pleaded.

Knowing there was not much that she could do at that moment, Nora nodded her head.

“I’ll think about it, Joey. Just give me some time,” she said.

Nora needed time in order to be able to put her plan of revealing Emily’s true face into action.

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The following day, Nora’s knitting was interrupted by the front door creak. As she looked towards the window, Nora saw Emily exiting the house.

Although she hadn’t driven in a long time, Nora decided to follow Emily.

After some time, Emily parked her car and entered a coffee place where she met with a man. A few minutes later, they started kissing passionately. Nora took her phone to film them, but at that moment, they stopped kissing and could only be seen holding hands.

“Joey, I’m sorry for bothering you at work…but this is important. Can you meet me outside the café on the corner of 3rd Street?” Nora called her son.

Joe arrived after around 10 minutes and Nora told him what she had witnessed.

“Look there, Joey,” Nora pointed toward the café window. “Emily is cheating on you.”

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Raged, Joe stormed inside the place.

“What the heck is going on here??” he slammed the table, startling Emily and her lover. “How long have you been seeing this chump behind my back?”

My girlfriend labeled me an ’embarrassment’ when I declined to cover her friend’s birthday meal at the restaurant

Hello everyone, my name is Calvin, and I’m 29 years old. Today, I want to share an experience that might sound rather unusual but it certainly opened my eyes to some underlying issues in my relationship.

My girlfriend, Sarah, who is 27, invited me to her friend’s birthday dinner at a fancy downtown restaurant. I was looking forward to a pleasant evening, but it unexpectedly turned into a very uncomfortable and insightful event.

Sarah and I have experienced our fair share of ups and downs, particularly around the topic of finances and dating. Traditionally, I have taken on the responsibility of paying for most of our dates, which seemed appropriate and was mutually agreeable at the beginning of our relationship.

This arrangement even extended to times when Sarah invited friends along; I would happily cover everyone’s expenses. Although it started as a small gesture, it later became a significant point of contention.

The incident occurred last Friday when Sarah texted me about joining her for her friend’s birthday celebration at a posh restaurant. I agreed, dressed up, and joined the party, which was lively and enjoyable initially.

However, as the evening progressed, I noticed the orders were becoming extravagant. I whispered to myself about the impending high cost as our table filled with expensive wines and deluxe meals.

As the bill approached, I discreetly told Sarah that I would take care of our share, believing this to be a generous offer. Surprisingly, Sarah asked, “Aren’t you going to pay for everyone? It would be the gentlemanly thing to do.”

I was taken aback by her suggestion. The table was filled with more than ten women, most of whom I barely knew. Paying for everyone seemed unreasonable. I calmly suggested, “I think it’s only fair if I cover our portion.”

The atmosphere became tense. Sylvia, the birthday girl, noticing the awkwardness, graciously intervened. “It’s okay, Calvin,” she reassured me with a smile. “I’ll handle the rest.”

Despite Sylvia’s intervention, I paid for Sarah and myself, and Sylvia covered the remaining bill. The tension was palpable as we left, and the ride home was uncomfortably silent.

The silence eventually broke when Sarah exploded with anger over my decision. “You’re an embarrassment! You had to pay for everyone; you’re a MAN!” she exclaimed, clearly upset and disappointed.

Feeling a mix of anger and disbelief, I responded, “It’s unfair to expect me to pay for everyone at a dinner to which I was merely invited.”

Sarah’s anger didn’t subside. “It’s not just about the dinner! It’s about stepping up, being a man! Everyone expected you to take charge, and you embarrassed me in front of them all! I can’t be with someone so weak,” she argued vehemently.

I tried to reason with her, “Sarah, this is absurd. You can’t seriously end our relationship because I didn’t pay for everyone’s dinner. Where’s the fairness in this?”

Her response was chilling. “Maybe I need someone who knows what it means to be a real man, someone who wouldn’t hesitate. If you can’t do that, maybe we’re not right for each other.” She then turned away, closing off any chance for reconciliation.

A few days of silence followed. Then, Sarah called. I hoped for an apology, but instead, she offered an ultimatum. “If you’re serious about us, pay for the entire dinner. Then we might discuss our relationship.”

Stunned, I replied, “Sarah, you’re asking me to buy my way back into our relationship? That’s not just about the dinner. It’s about proving something by paying a bill.”

Her sharp reply made it clear, “It’s about showing you’re willing to step up. If you can’t, this conversation is pointless.”

I realized then that this wasn’t just about the bill. It was about control and manipulation. “Sarah, this isn’t right. You’re turning our relationship into a transaction. I can’t believe you’re pricing our relationship.”

The phone call ended on a cold note, “Then there’s nothing more to say.”

The realization that our relationship was more about control than partnership was profound. In a turn of events, I later coordinated with Sylvia, the birthday girl, on a plan to teach Sarah a lesson about expectations and respect.

Sylvia invited Sarah to a lavish housewarming party, which ended with a request for Sarah to settle the bill, much to her shock. As she grappled with the demand, I appeared, echoing her earlier expectations of me, “Odd to pay for an event you’re just invited to, isn’t it?”

I paid the bill, highlighting a point about fairness and respect. Sarah approached me afterward, apologizing for her behavior and asking if we could start over. However, the experiences and insights gained were too significant.

I declined her offer, emphasizing my need for a relationship grounded in equality and mutual respect, and walked away. This decision marked a pivotal moment, leaving behind not just a relationship but an old version of myself, now more aware of the values I seek in a partner and the essence of respect in any partnership.

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