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When my father-in-law Richard bulldozed my beloved garden for his unauthorized pool, I was livid. But as the saying goes, karma works in mysterious ways. What unfolded next was a whirlwind of unexpected events that turned his dream project into a nightmare. I never thought I’d see the day when karma would come knocking, but boy, did it ever. Grab a cup of coffee and settle in, because this story is a wild ride from start to finish. First, let me introduce myself. I’m Linda, a 40-year-old high school English teacher living with my husband Tom and my father-in-law Richard. Tom and I have been married for 15 wonderful years, and we’ve been together since college. Life was pretty smooth sailing until about two years ago when Richard moved in with us after my mother-in-law passed away. Now, Richard isn’t exactly the easiest person to live with. He’s got opinions on everything and thinks he knows best about, well, everything. Our relationship has always been a bit strained, but I’ve tried my best to make it work for Tom’s sake. Still, living under the same roof has been… challenging, to say the least. Tom and I don’t have children, so for years, I’d poured my heart and soul into our backyard instead. It was my little piece of heaven: a lush lawn surrounded by colorful flower beds that I’d nurtured from seedlings. Gardening became my passion, my escape, my way to unwind after a long day of teaching moody teenagers. Every weekend and spare moment, you’d find me out there, tending to my plants, watching them grow and bloom. It was more than just a hobby; it was what kept me busy, happy, and sane. But Richard? He had other plans for my sanctuary. It started innocently enough. One evening, as we were finishing dinner, Richard cleared his throat. “Linda, Tom, I’ve been thinking.” I shared a look with Tom. Those words from Richard usually meant trouble. “The backyard,” Richard continued, “it’s just sitting there. We should put in a pool.” I nearly choked on my water. “A pool? Richard, where would we even put it? The yard isn’t that big.” He waved his hand dismissively. “We’ll make it fit. You know, I get bored when you two are at work. A pool would be perfect for me and my friends. Especially during these hot summer days.” Tom, bless him, tried to reason with his father. “Dad, Linda’s put a lot of work into the garden. You can’t just remove all the beautiful flowers there. Plus, a pool is a big expense and responsibility. I don’t think you can manage it.” But Richard wasn’t having it. For weeks, he’d bring it up at every opportunity. “Linda, imagine how nice it would be to cool off on hot days,” or “Tom, think of the pool parties we could have!” I stood my ground. “Richard, I’m sorry, but it’s just not practical. The yard is too small, and I love my garden. I can’t let you dig up a pool there. It’s not happening.” I thought that was the end of it. But I was wrong. It was just the beginning. One weekend, Tom and I decided to visit my parents. It was a nice break from Richard’s constant pool talk. We left early Saturday morning, planning to return Sunday evening. As we pulled into our driveway that Sunday after having a great time with my parents, I knew something was wrong. The front yard was a mess, with muddy tire tracks everywhere. My stomach lurched as we rounded the corner to the backyard. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Where my beautiful garden had once stood was now an enormous hole. Piles of dirt surrounded it, and most of my carefully tended flowers had disappeared. In the middle of it all stood Richard, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “Oh, finally decided to come back, have you?” he sneered. “I’ve started the pool for you. No need to thank me.” I was speechless. Tom, on the other hand, exploded. “Dad! What the hell were you thinking? We told you not to do this!” Richard just shrugged. “You’ll thank me when it’s done. I got a great deal on the diggers.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. My hard work was destroyed in a single weekend by my own father-in-law. Why couldn’t he understand how much I loved my plants? Why did he ruin my beautiful garden? When Tom noticed my silent sobs, he put his arm around me and led me inside. “I’ll deal with him, Linda. Please don’t worry about it,” he said. “I won’t let him build a pool there. And your plants… I’ll hire a professional gardener and restore the backyard like you want it to be. Okay? Please don’t cry.” The next morning, I woke up hoping it had all been a bad dream. But one look out the window confirmed the nightmare was real. The diggers were back. As they continued their work, karma decided to pay Richard a visit and that’s when I spotted our neighbor, Mrs. Jensen, walking her little dog Buster… (continue reading in the 1st comment)⤵️
I wanted to surprise my son by visiting his restaurant. I wore a simple, neat dress. An arrogant woman asked me to move, pointing out my attire as unsuitable for such a place. Humiliating! The next day, my son introduced his fiancée. Can you guess who was standing at the door? ==== I have always lived for my son, saving every penny and living frugally. My life was simple and unadorned. I lived in a modest home, wearing the same clothes year after year, and never spending money on luxuries. I had raised him alone, pouring all my energy and resources into his education and future. John had grown up to be intelligent and hardworking, and he had opened his own business, making me incredibly proud. That day, I decided to surprise my son, John, by visiting his new restaurant. Dressed in my simple yet neat outfit, I stepped off the bus and entered the restaurant, deciding to have a modest cup of tea while waiting for my son. The restaurant was bustling with activity, the clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of conversations creating a warm, welcoming atmosphere. I chose a cozy table by the window, appreciating the sunlight streaming in. As I sat there, sipping my tea and admiring the décor, a young woman with a smug expression approached my table. Her designer clothes and confident stride immediately caught my attention. “Excuse me,” she said, her tone condescending. This table is reserved for my boyfriend and me. You’ll have to move.” I looked up, surprised and a bit confused. “Oh, I didn’t realize,” I replied politely. “There wasn’t a reservation sign on the table.” She raised an eyebrow, her smile more of a smirk. “That doesn’t matter. This table is meant for someone dressed a bit more… appropriately. You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself or anyone else.” Her words stung. I felt humiliated but didn’t want to cause a scene. I quietly gathered my things and left the restaurant. As I walked to the bus stop, my mind raced with thoughts about the situation. How could someone make me feel so insignificant in a place that represented my son’s hard work and success? On the bus ride home, I couldn’t shake the feeling of humiliation. I had always lived frugally and sacrificed so much to ensure John had a better future. I was made to feel small and unimportant by a stranger. I decided not to mention the incident to John. We had planned to have lunch together, and I didn’t want to spoil the mood with my hurt feelings. The humiliation still gnawed at me, making it hard to think about anything else. My mood was ruined, but I hoped that our meeting the next day would lift my spirits. Little did I know, tomorrow would bring even more unpleasant surprises. *** The following day, I was waiting for John and his girlfriend for lunch. I had spent the morning preparing, wanting everything to be perfect. It was our first meeting, and I wanted to create a pleasant atmosphere. The table was set with my best china, and I had cooked John’s favorite dishes. Nervously, I checked the clock and adjusted the flowers in the vase one more time. When they arrived, my heart sank. I recognized the same young woman who had forced me out of my seat at the restaurant. She recognized me, too, but acted confidently and arrogantly, as if nothing had happened. “Hi, Mom!” John greeted me with a warm hug. “This is Sarah.” “Nice to meet you,” Sarah said, her tone dripping with insincerity. “Nice to meet you too,” I replied, forcing a smile. We sat down to eat, and the atmosphere was tense. John, unaware of the tension between Sarah and me, chatted happily about his restaurant and their plans. Sarah chimed in occasionally, her voice always holding that same smug tone. “Mom, I wanted to ask you something,” John said, breaking the awkward silence… (continue reading in the 1st comment)
MY HUSBAND RAN AWAY IN TEARS AFTER I TOOK OFF MY WEDDING DRESS ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT So, my wedding day with Greg was perfect. His parents spent a fortune to make it unforgettable, and Greg couldn’t keep his eyes off me. All day, he whispered sweet things in my ear, clearly excited for our first night as husband and wife. When the reception ended, we went to the house his parents let us stay in. The moment we got to the master suite, the tension was palpable. Greg was all smiles as he started to unzip my wedding dress, anticipation in the air. But as the dress hit the floor, I turned to face him, and his expression changed in an instant. His face twisted into shock and horror. “No… no, no, no!” His voice cracked as he fell to his knees, hands trembling. “Oh my God! Who on earth are you? ⬇️
“Ugh! You can’t be serious! Are you really making her sit here?! Miss, you better do something about it!” Louis Newman grumbled as he noticed a mother-of-three approaching his adjacent seats with the assistance of a stewardess. “I’m sorry, sir,” the stewardess replied gently, showing him the tickets. “These seats have been assigned to Mrs. Debbie Brown and her children, and we can’t do anything about it. I’d request you to kindly cooperate with us.” “You don’t understand, Miss! I have a crucial meeting with foreign investors. Her children will keep chit-chatting and making noises, and I cannot afford to lose this deal!” “Sir….” The stewardess had just started speaking when Debbie interrupted her. “It’s all right. I can sit somewhere else if the other passengers are willing to swap seats with my children and me. That isn’t an issue for me.” “Not at all, ma’am!” the stewardess shot back. “You’re sitting here because you paid for it, and you have the right to be here! It makes no difference whether someone likes it or not, and sir,” she turned to Louis, “I’d appreciate it if you could be patient until the flight is over.” Millionaire businessman Louis Newman was annoyed that the stewardess had refused his request, but what irritated him even more was that he was forced to sit next to a woman who seemed not to belong to the business class, wearing the cheapest clothes on the flight. He put on his AirPods to avoid being forced into conversation with the woman and turned his face away as she sat beside him, having helped her children secure themselves tightly to their seats. Soon, the boarding process was completed, with passengers settling into their assigned seats, and the flight took off. It was the first time Debbie and her children were flying business class, so as the flight left the runway for the skies, the children began chirping in joy. “Mom!” cried her daughter Stacey. “Look, we’re finally flying! Yay!” Some passengers on the plane turned to look at Stacey and smiled at her innocence, but Louis had a scornful expression on his face. “Listen,” he said as he faced Debbie. “Could you please ask your children to be quiet? Because I missed my previous flight, I’m joining a meeting from here. I don’t want any kind of disruption.” “I’m sorry,” Debbie politely replied as she motioned for the children to remain quiet. Louis’s meeting lasted almost the entire flight, and as he spoke, Debbie realized he was a businessman who was mainly into the fabrics industry, as she could see he’d mentioned fabrics frequently and had a handbook with designs. When Louis’s meeting was finished, Debbie approached him and asked, “Do you mind if I ask you a question?” Louis didn’t want to talk to her, but since his meeting had gone well and the investors had agreed to the deal, he was quite pleased and let go of his arrogance. “Umm…Yeah, sure, go ahead.” “I noticed you had a handbook with fabric samples and designs. Do you work in the clothing industry?” “Uhhh…yeah, you could say that. I own a clothing company in New York. We just closed a deal. I hadn’t really hoped it would work, but it did.” “Oh, that’s lovely. Congratulations! Actually, I run a small boutique in Texas. It’s more of a family affair. It was started by my in-laws in New York. We recently opened a unit in Texas. I was really impressed with the designs you were presenting.” Louis gave her a sarcastic laugh. “Thanks, lady! But the designs that my company makes are not like some local or family boutique thing; we hire some of the best designers, and we just cracked a deal with the best designing company in the world! A BOUTIQUE, SERIOUSLY?!” He muttered loudly enough while smirking to m…o..c…k Debbie. “Oh, well,” Debbie felt humiliated by his comment, but she maintained her composure. “I – I understand. It must be something really huge for you.” “Something huge?” Louis smirked, shaking his head. “A poor woman like you would never understand what it means, but it was a million-dollar deal! Let me ask you this again,” he said after pausing for a brief while. “I mean, I saw your tickets and everything. I know you’re here flying business class with us, but trust me, you don’t look like someone who deserves to be here! Maybe try economy the next time and look for people who own boutiques like you?” Debbie’s patience was wearing thin at this point. “Listen, sir,” she said sternly. “I understand; it’s my first time flying in business class, and I had trouble figuring out the check-in process and everything, but don’t you think you’re getting ahead of yourself? My husband is on the flight with us, but…” Before Debbie could finish her sentence, an announcement over the intercom signaled their arrival at JFK. However, rather than turning off the intercom after his announcement, the pilot, Captain Tyler Brown, had something more to say. “Also I would like to thank every passenger on this flight, especially …. (continue reading in the 1st comment)⬇️
I MOVED IN WITH A SINGLE DAD OF 3 GIRLS — WHAT I FOUND IN MY HOUSE AFTER THAT LEFT ME PALE. When I first started dating Ryan, a single dad with three kids, I knew there would be challenges. I mean, three young girls? I was ready for the noise, the chaos, and that whirlwind energy they bring with them everywhere. I knew I could handle it. I owned my house, so when Ryan moved in, I made space for them. I gave up my guest room and turned the rec room into another bedroom — anything to make them feel comfortable. I loved our new family dynamic. But I was NOT ready AT ALL for what happened next… This one afternoon, after a long day at work, I came home. The second I walked through the door, I just FROZE. No, there wasn’t some huge mess or anything. It was something WAY WORSE. My living room ⬇️
MY TEENAGE SON WAS BEING EXTREMELY RUDE TO A CLEANING LADY AT THE RESTAURANT – I TAUGHT HIM A VALUABLE LESSON Last Saturday, my son Jake led his basketball team to victory. I was so proud of him, so we went to his favorite restaurant to celebrate. We got seated at a table near the window, but it still had some trash on it from the previous guests. Nearby, an elderly cleaning lady was mopping the floors. She looked like she’d been through a lot and had a stick to help her walk. Jake saw the trash and, without hesitation, shouted, “Hey, you! This table is dirty! Come clean it up!” His tone was so harsh and disrespectful. The old lady looked up, startled, and started making her way over. Before she reached our table, Jake grabbed the trash and threw it on the ground. “Do your job and pick it up,” he sneered. She bent down slowly, her eyes welling with tears. I felt a wave of anger and disappointment wash over me. THIS WAS NOT HOW I RAISED MY SON. I stood up, my mind racing for a way to teach him a lesson he would NEVER forget. So, I reached for ⬇️
My Mother-in-Law Blames Me for Cheating on Her Son, A DNA test proved her wrong, but it also revealed the most astonishing truth no one expected. === “You are a wh-” my mother-in-law, Georgia, stared with a sneer. But my husband, Hans, interrupted her before she could get the insult out. My mother-in-law never liked me much, and criticizing me was her favorite hobby, apparently. “Wait a minute, Hans’s blood is B+? How come I never knew this?” he asked, looking at both her son and his wife. She shook her head and blurted, “I knew it. I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!” “What did you know, Mom? What’s going on?” Hans asked, confused. He gave me a side-eye as if I had the answers, but I was just as stunned by her outburst. “That baby is not my grandson! Hans, listen to me. You’re not the father! Barbara is clearly cheating on you! Look at him! His nose is completely different, and his skin tone is not like our family!” Georgie continued, and I couldn’t keep my poker face anymore. “Excuse me?” I asked, offended. “Mother! That’s preposterous! You have to not right to make such an accusation. Barbara has never cheated on me, and I know that this baby is my son. 100%!” Hans defended me, but his mother was red-faced, and her histrionics were about to get worse. She began insulting me, but my husband interrupted her, asking her to apologize again. That was when my father-in-law got involved. She quieted and let her husband speak. “Hans, listen to your mother. She has a certain intuition for these things,” Manny suggested calmly. I just shook my head at the man. He and I have never had problems, mostly because he was quiet. But I knew for a fact that he was his wife’s enabler. I was not sure if he actually believed I cheated or if he was just playing along. “Dad! How can you say that? In our house? Right in front of my wife?” Hans questioned, and I recognized the pain in his voice. He wanted this moment to be special, but they had ruined it with these accusations. Manny raised her hands. “There’s a simple solution here. You can get a DNA test, and we’ll see the truth,” he continued, shaking his head as if it was the simplest option in the world. I still couldn’t believe it, but I was tongue-tied. “No!” “YOU WILL GET THAT TEST IMMEDIATELY!” his mother burst out after being quiet for only a few minutes, and I flinched at that. “That’s it. Get out of my house. If you don’t want to meet your grandson, that’s fine with me,” I told them and took my child to the nursery room. I heard some more yelling, but my husband eventually made them leave. When the baby fell asleep, I went to the living room, and we talked for a while. We agreed that we would go low contact with them until they apologized. Unfortunately, my mother-in-law convinced her side of the family that I had cheated and that the baby was not Hans’. We were getting messages from everyone. Some demanded we get a DNA test and others insulted me. People I hadn’t even met did this. I finally broke down. I couldn’t take it anymore. I also saw the pain in my husband’s eyes every time he heard a notification on my phone. “Let’s do it. Let’s get the DNA test and shut them all up once and for all,” I told him, and we did… (continue reading in the 1st comment)
