My DIL Secretly Ruined My Place after I Refused to Trade Houses with Her – I Had Nothing Left but to Teach Her a Lesson of Respect
A few months after her husband, Adam, passed away, Anne’s son, Charlie buys her a new home closer to him. Initially hesitant, Anne finally decides to move. But then she has to deal with her jealous daughter-in-law, Angela, who just wants the house. After Angela pulls a stunt that results in the house being fumigated, Anne has no choice but to teach her a lesson.
After my husband of 53 years passed away six months ago, I felt heartbroken. Everything in the house reminded me of Adam and the memories we had made there.
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Sometimes it was comforting, but at other times, the loneliness felt too suffocating, making me curl into a ball and sleep on Adam’s side of the bed for some form of comfort.
My son, Charlie, saw how difficult it was for me, and he wanted me to move closer to him and his wife, Angela.
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“Mom, I’ve already found a place for you. It’s about five minutes away from us, and I’ve already put in an offer,” Charlie said.
“Honey, I can’t ask you to do that for me,” I said, speaking to him on the phone. “I cannot ask you to buy me a house.”
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“You’re not asking,” he replied, chewing on trail mix on the other end. “I’m offering. Mm… and we can have it ready for you to move in at the end of next week if you’d like.”
I was initially hesitant, but I eventually agreed to move. I knew that Charlie and Angela were trying to have a baby, and I thought that the most healing thing for me would be to care for that baby when it arrived.
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So, Charlie helped me pack all my things, and soon, I was ready for a new chapter. Despite missing Adam, I knew that I needed to move on.
I moved into my new home easily, because my son had sorted everything out for me.
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“Anything for you, Mom,” Charlie said when he came over on the first night in the new house.
He sat at the table and told me about work while I cooked our first meal in the kitchen.
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“Are you ready for the housewarming this weekend, Mom?” Charlie asked me. “I’ve invited everyone you said you’d like to see. And I’ve told Angela to come over early and help you with the food and drinks. Do you need me to do anything else?”
I shook my head. Everything was perfect, and my son had gone out of his way to make sure that everything was going according to plan.
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But then, things took an unexpected turn.
On the day of the party, I was actually excited. For the first time in a long time, I was looking forward to being around people. I was ready to sit in a group and not feel the weight of my grief for one of the first times since Adam had passed on.
I stood in front of the mirror and put on lipstick, something that I hadn’t done since I lost Adam.
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Angela came over early, as Charlie had said. She went around the kitchen, adding final touches to the dishes I had spent hours cooking.
Suddenly, Angela turned to me.
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“Look, Anne,” she said, washing her hands. “You can’t live in this house. You just can’t do it. It’s too big and too modern for you.”
“What? No, I think that it’s absolutely fine for me,” I said. “I’ve spoken to Charlie about getting a dog, too.”
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“You’re not listening,” she said. “I want you to trade homes with us. Charlie earns well, but he didn’t want to renovate our house to make it modern. He said that he would rather use his money to sort out your home.”
Angela went on for a long time. She spoke about how she understood that Charlie wanted to take care of me, but that he needed to put her first.
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I was hurt by her words but I said nothing, not wanting to cause an argument. Of course, I didn’t want to trade houses because Charlie and I had put so much effort into moving into the new home. I had also decorated it to my taste, with Adam’s belongings all over.
I had planted a garden and set up everything precisely how I wanted.
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But little did I know, Angela left me with more than just hurtful words.
Two days after the party, I woke up to a horrible smell permeating the entire house. No matter where I looked, I just couldn’t find the source.
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“Oh, my goodness, Mom,” Charlie said when I called him to come and take a look around the property, in case I missed something.
“This is so bad!” he said, checking the entire kitchen to find the smell.
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“I know!” I exclaimed. “And I’ve searched everywhere I can think of.”
It was driving me crazy because no matter how much I looked, I just couldn’t find the source of the stink.
After a week of enduring the horrible smell, Charlie suggested bringing in a professional to locate the source.
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“You cannot live like this anymore, Mom,” Charlie said. “I’m going to hire someone. You can stay with us or I’ll rent out a hotel room for you.”
It turned out that the expert discovered a rotten egg hidden in the vent in the living room. It had been deliberately placed there to ensure the stench would spread throughout the house.
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As the house was cleaned out, and fumigated because Charlie thought that it was necessary, I was devastated to have caused my son more hard work.
But I knew, deep down, that it was Angela. She was behind it all.
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I was determined to teach Angela a lesson. So, I devised a plan. I invited her and Charlie over for dinner and played the gracious host. When they arrived, I warmly welcomed them, acting as if nothing was wrong.
If Angela suspected anything, she didn’t show it. Instead, she smirked from the moment she came through the door.
“At least it doesn’t smell in here anymore, Anne,” she said, helping herself to the pile of freshly baked cookies that I had made for Charlie to take home.
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We sat down for dinner, Charlie talking animatedly about his day at the office. Angela barely ate her dinner, just nibbling in between her smirks.
“Angela, I’ve always believed in treating others with kindness and respect, especially when it comes to family. Do you agree?” I asked her, looking her in the eye.
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She nodded.
“Good,” I continued. “Because respect is a two-way street. It’s about understanding and valuing each other’s feelings and spaces.”
My daughter-in-law’s discomfort grew, and I knew that my words were hitting home. On one hand, I did feel bad for Angela. But on the other hand, I wanted to make it known that I wasn’t going to be pushed into a corner.
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I wasn’t going to be taken advantage of, just because she wanted a house that she couldn’t have.
“Darling,” I told her. “You seem to have a knack for gardening. Would you mind helping me with a little project tomorrow?”
I knew that she wouldn’t refuse without appearing rude, so she agreed and turned away.
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The next day, Angela arrived at my house, expecting a simple gardening task. Instead, I handed her a pair of gloves and a shovel.
“I need help digging up the old compost pile,” I said with a smile. “It’s been neglected by the previous owners, and it’s time to start fresh.”
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Angela’s face paled as she realized the task ahead. The compost pile was massive and the stench was worse than the single rotten egg. But still, she had no choice but to help, considering the previous night’s polite agreement.
After hours of hard work, we finally finished the task. Angela was exhausted and covered in filth.
“Come, let’s clean up and have a drink,” I told her.
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But I had another surprise waiting.
I took her to the study, where I had kept most of the photos of Adam and myself, among other mementos of his. But more than that, I also had gifts from Charlie and Angela displayed.
“These are the things that remind me of the people I care about,” I said softly. “Respecting each other’s space and memories is so important.”
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“Some of these things are from me,” she mumbled, her expression morphing her into a new person altogether.
“It was me,” she confessed. “I left the rotten egg in the vent. When I was doing the egg wash on the pastries for the party, I came across the egg. I’m so sorry. Please don’t tell Charlie, he would hate me.”
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She apologized for her sudden wave of jealousy about my new home. But the twist wasn’t over. A few days later, Angela came to my house with a gift. It was a beautifully crafted wooden box. Inside were seed packs to many different types of plants and flowers.
And a note saying: Thank you for teaching me about respect. I hope we can plant new memories together.
From that day on, our relationship changed completely and Angela became more like a daughter.
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What would you have done?
Child on a Plane Passed Me a Note and $10 — It Changed My Life
When I got on a flight I didn’t expect to meet someone who’d become an integral part of my life. It all began with a crumpled note with some cash in it, and ended in a happy union that is still going strong!
I wasn’t sure what to expect on that particular flight. To me, it was just another trip back home to see my grandparents, one of many I’d taken over the years. I had my usual routine: board the plane, stow my carry-on, and settle in for a few hours of reading or catching up on emails. But this time, something amazing happened that changed my life forever!
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As I boarded the plane, shoved my carry-on in the overhead bin, and settled into my aisle seat, I noticed something that immediately piqued my curiosity… a young middle-school-aged boy, maybe ten or eleven, was seated next to me. I assumed one of his parents or his mother was in the bathroom or something.
But as the plane took off, I realized he was alone. Judging by the way he fidgeted, nervously glancing around the cabin, I could tell he was clearly uncomfortable and this wasn’t something he was used to.
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I tried to mind my own business because when I offered him a small smile, he quickly looked away. Instead, his gaze was glued to the safety card in the seat pocket in front of him. I figured he was just shy, maybe a little overwhelmed by the whole experience, so I left him alone.
I pulled out my phone to check the time. We hadn’t even taken off yet, and already I could sense the tension radiating from him. A few minutes passed before the plane began to taxi down the runway, and that’s when it happened…
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Without turning to face me, the boy reached out with a trembling hand. His eyes were wide, and without a word, he held out a crumpled piece of paper. When I took the note I noticed it had a ten-dollar bill peeking out.
The boy refused to look me in the eye and just held out the paper until I finally took it. Confused, I took the note, my eyes scanning the neat handwriting. The moment I read the note, I knew I had to contact his mother.
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The note read:
“Please, if you’re reading this, it means that my son with autism is sitting next to you. He might be nervous and might ask several times how soon the plane is going to land. I am his mom and I am waiting for him at home but will pick him up at the airport when he lands. Please be kind and patient. Here is $10 for your patience. Here is my number if he needs anything.”
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I felt a lump form in my throat as I read it. I glanced at the boy, who was now staring intently at the seat in front of him, his small hands clenched into fists. The $10 in my hand felt heavy, almost like a weight pressing down on me.
This wasn’t just about a kid on a plane. This was about a mother’s love and a boy who was navigating a world that often felt overwhelming. I knew I couldn’t just pocket the money and sit in silence.
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I frantically searched for my phone. This boy needed someone to be there for him, even if only for a few hours. So, I pulled out my phone, connected to the plane’s Wi-Fi, and texted the number on the note.
“Hi, my name’s Derek. I’m sitting next to your son on the plane. He’s doing just fine, but I wanted to let you know I’m here if he needs anything.”
The response came almost immediately:
“Thank you so much, Derek. He’s had a rough few days, but I know he’ll be okay with you there. Please let him know I’m thinking of him.”
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I turned to the boy, who was still staring straight ahead. “Hey, buddy,” I said gently. “Your mom says hi. She’s thinking of you.”
He glanced at me briefly, his expression softening just a bit, before returning his gaze to the window. It was clear he wasn’t much for conversation, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I wanted to make this flight as comfortable as possible for him.
“Do you like airplanes?” I asked, trying to strike up a conversation.
He nodded slightly, still not meeting my eyes.
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“Me too,” I said, leaning back in my seat. “I always think it’s cool how we get to travel so high up in the sky. It’s like being in a big metal bird.”
He didn’t respond, but I noticed the tension in his shoulders easing just a little. Encouraged, I decided to take it a step further. I signaled for the flight attendant, intending to use the $10 the boy had given me.
“Can I get a snack for my friend here?” I asked, smiling at the flight attendant.
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The boy looked up, surprised, when I handed him a bag of pretzels and a soda. “Here you go,” I said, passing the items to him. “I figured you might be hungry.”
He hesitated for a moment before taking the snack, mumbling a quiet “thank you.” It was the first time he’d spoken since we boarded, and I took it as a small victory!
As the flight progressed, I continued to engage him, answering his questions whenever he asked how much longer the flight would be, or whether we were flying over any cool places. I kept my voice calm and reassuring, sensing that it helped ease his nerves.
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At one point, I decided to snap a quick selfie of us together. I wasn’t looking for anything fancy, just a simple picture to send to his mom. But before taking the shot, I asked my silent companion if he’d mind.
He replied by leaning closer to me so he could fit in the frame. After taking the picture, I showed it to him, and for the first time, he smiled! I must admit, it was a small, tentative smile, but a smile nonetheless! As a then 30-year-old man with no children or much experience with them, I took that as a victory!
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“Can I send this to your mom?” I asked, feeling bolder. He nodded, so I sent it off with a quick message: “He’s doing great. We’re having a good time.”
Her reply was immediate and full of gratitude, and I could tell that she was relieved. I figured she was probably sitting on the edge of her seat, worrying the whole time. It made me realize just how hard this must have been for her to put her son on a plane alone, trusting that a stranger would take care of him.
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By the time we started our descent, the boy was much more relaxed! He was even chatting a little, telling me about his favorite video games and how excited he was to see his mom. It was a complete transformation from the nervous, fidgety kid I’d met at the beginning of the flight!
As we landed and made our way to the gate, he turned to me and asked, “Will you walk with me to get my luggage? I’m supposed to meet my mom there.”
“Of course,” I replied without hesitation. “We’ll find her together!”
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We disembarked and made our way through the crowded terminal, and as we approached the baggage claim, I spotted a woman standing anxiously near the carousel. Her eyes were scanning the crowd. The moment she saw her son, the boy who was walking next to me, her face lit up!
She rushed over, pulling him into a tight hug!
“Thank you,” she said to me, her voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea what this means to me.”
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I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest that I hadn’t expected. “It was no problem at all,” I said. “He’s a great kid.”
To be honest, she was a gorgeous woman and she looked around my age if not younger. I didn’t know her background with her son but I already liked him and was interested in getting to know her.
She glanced at the boy, then back at me before extending her hand and saying, “I am Diane, he’s Elliot.”
“Nice to officially meet you, Diane and Elliot, I am Derek,” I replied as I shook both their hands.
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When I touched Diane’s hand, an electric current shot through me, and before I knew what I was doing I impulsively asked, “Would you like to grab a coffee sometime? As a way for you to thank me?”
It was a simple question, but it caught ME off guard! I hadn’t expected anything more than a brief encounter, but as I looked at her and her son, I felt an inexplicable connection! A sense that this wasn’t just a random meeting.
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To my surprise, she replied with a smile, “I’d like that.”
As we stood there waiting for Elliot’s luggage, the story behind him flying alone unraveled. Her son had been visiting his dad, her ex-husband, who at the last minute refused to fly back with him and instead put him on the plane alone.
This brave little guy had been on his own, carrying nothing but a note his mom asked him to write and keep and the $10 his father gave him before sending him off.
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I knew in my heart that Diane wasn’t a bad mother and as I got to know her better through our long-distance relationship, this was confirmed. Fast forward two years later, and that nervous little boy on the plane is now my stepson!
His mom, my incredible wife, still laughs when she tells people how a simple note and a $10 bill led to the best thing that ever happened to both of us! And that’s how a simple flight changed my life forever!
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