Yeah, that woman cannot stand me.
It all started 7 years ago, after my mom passed away from a cold that just wouldn’t go away. Before I knew it, my dad was seeing Carla, and a year later, he married her.
“Your father doesn’t waste any time, does he?” my aunt sniffed on the day of the wedding. “And who is Carla anyway? She’s nothing compared to your mom!”
Carla was fine at first. I mean, she tried hard to get me on her side. But slowly, the passive-aggressive jabs started piling up. I remember once, I caught her staring at me.
“You look too much like your mother, Emily,” she said. “It actually pains me to look at you. No wonder your father gives Mason more attention. He’s closer to Mason right now, isn’t he?”
I sighed and ignored her, trying not to let her words get to me.
My dad, of course, didn’t notice a thing. It was like he couldn’t—or just wouldn’t—see how Carla treated me. And she loved that. She loved being the only one ready to taunt me.
Anyway, fast forward to prom season. Like every other girl in my class, I was dreaming of the perfect night. I saved up enough babysitting money for months to buy a gorgeous violet dress.
I couldn’t help but wish that my mother was around to spend these moments with me.
But that’s why I chose the violet dress. It was her favorite color.
Prom was going to be my night. I just knew it.
Whenever I thought about it, I just felt like something magical was going to happen at prom. To make myself feel even better, I booked a hair appointment at a fancy salon. All my friends were going there too.
Everything was set.
But then the big day came, and Carla made sure to ruin it.
I went to the salon, all excited, but when I got there, the receptionist looked at me, confused.
“Emily? Are you sure?” she asked, looking at her computer screen. “Zelda told me that you canceled?”
“I didn’t!” I exclaimed. “Why would I? Prom is this evening!”
“Calm down, honey,” the receptionist said. “I’ll get Zelda.”
I waited impatiently while she went to get the hairdresser. Finally, they returned.
The hairdresser looked uncomfortable.
“I got a call earlier today saying that you wanted to cancel your appointment, Emily. I assumed that it was your Mom?”
My heart dropped. Canceled? How? I didn’t cancel it! What mom?
I was still processing everything when I looked over and saw her.
Carla.
Sitting there, getting her hair done. Of course.
She saw me and just smirked, her eyes cold as steel. Carla had canceled my appointment.
“Is there any way that you could still schedule me in?” I asked Zelda.
She shook her head sadly.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “When your appointment was canceled, a woman called in and booked her own. All of our slots are taken. I’m sorry, honey.”
I stood there in shock. So, Carla had called pretending to be me? Pretending to be my mom? And then she took my appointment so that she could watch me be disappointed?
Sick.
I barely managed to keep it together as I ran out of the salon, my head spinning. I felt nauseous.
My perfect prom? It was just falling apart around me. By the time I got home, I locked myself in my room, tears pouring down my face.
I sat at my dressing table trying to fix my hair on my own, but nothing looked good. I felt stupid for telling Carla my plans in passing.
See what had happened?
I looked at my dress, hanging off a hanger.
I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to go to prom anymore.
I sat there, looking at my makeup sitting on my dressing table and wondered if it was even worth it. I mean, what was the point? I was already upset and didn’t feel like anything good was going to come from this.
Suddenly, I heard this loud honking outside. I ignored it at first, thinking it was just a random car.
A teenage girl’s dressing table | Source: Midjourney
A teenage girl’s dressing table | Source: Midjourney
But it didn’t stop.
I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and dragged myself to the window, fully expecting to see commotion on the road. But when I looked out, my jaw dropped.
A glossy black limousine was parked in front of our house.
I thought it was some sort of mistake. There was no way that the car was for me. My friends’ parents had said no when we first talked about it months ago. But still, I ran downstairs.
I stood at the doorway, waiting for something to happen. The driver stepped out and walked up to our front door. My dad, who had been as clueless as ever during all of this, stood on our porch, looking as confused as I felt.
“I’m here for Miss Emily, sir,” the driver said, holding out a small card.
Miss Emily? Me?
“She’s right here,” my dad said, nodding to me.
I hesitantly took the card from my dad’s hand and opened it. Inside, written in neat handwriting, were the words:
To my beautiful sister, Emily. I know you’ve had a rough time lately, but you deserve the best night ever! Enjoy the limo, and don’t worry about a thing. I’ve been saving all my birthday and Christmas money.
Have a magical night, sis.
Love, Mason.
Mason? My 11-year-old brother did this?
I burst into tears all over again, but this time from pure shock and gratitude. I ran upstairs to find Mason in his room, grinning like he’d just pulled off the ultimate prank.
“I heard Mom on the phone this morning,” he said, shrugging like this wasn’t a big deal. “I knew that it wasn’t fair at all.”
Turns out that he had overheard Carla canceling my hair appointment, and in true little brother fashion, took matters into his own hands.
“But did you really use your money?” I asked him, feeling horrible.
“Not really,” he grinned. “See, Mom has been saving up money to buy some fancy diamond necklace. She’s been showing Dad the necklace, hoping that he would get it for her. But he said no.”
Good for you, Dad, I thought.
“Anyway, after I heard her phone call, she left home. So, I took some of the money from her stash, and went to Mr. Johnson next door. He owns the limo company, remember?”
But Mason didn’t stop there.
“There’s more, Em,” he said. “Mrs. Evans, from across the road? Her daughter is a stylist at the mall. She’s coming here to do your hair and makeup soon.”
Just as the words left his mouth, the doorbell rang.
“That should be her!” Mason said. “Go wash your face, I’ll send her up.”
When did Mason grow up? I wondered as I did what he said.
Twenty minutes later, I went from crying in my bedroom to looking like a princess. I just wished my mom was around to fuss over me. To take endless photos and tell me how proud she was of me. I wanted a hug from her more than anything.
But still, Mason had saved prom!
When Carla drove into our driveway, I was already outside, stepping into the limo like a movie star. Her jaw dropped. And she got out of the car and just stood there, stunned.
Her face? Oh my God. I wish I had a picture of her expression. I would have stuck it on my mirror!
“Richard? Did you do this?” I heard her shriek to my father before the driver closed the door.
Moments later, the driver whisked me away.
Prom was everything I had hoped for. When I arrived at the hall in the limo, heads turned. I was glowing, and I knew it. For the first time in a long time, I felt like my mom was right there with me.
The whole night was pure magic. Dancing, laughing with my friends, and just forgetting all the drama at home.
As for Carla, I hope she learned a lesson. You can’t mess with someone’s joy and get away with it… especially if your son is going to come in and save the day!
What would you have done?
Tragic news regarding Frank Fritz
In any case, sir, my spouse used to tell me that I had a behind capable of raising the dead from their graves. I wish to avoid taking any chances.
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Although Frank Fritz’s visage was instantly identifiable on television, his personal life was filled with hardships. This is the tale of his unfortunate events.
The long-lasting friendship between Frank and Diann Bankson eventually turned sour. Frank, who was 25, started seeing her, and the two got engaged in 2017. The following year, they moved in together after buying a farmhouse in Iowa.
Sadly, things became worse when Bankson said she had stepped into their bedroom and found her boyfriend with someone else, accusing her partner of cheating. After this occurrence, their relationship quickly fell apart, which led to Frank becoming an alcoholic, losing his job, and facing more health risks.
Both of them bear the permanent scars of their time together; they will always remember their tumultuous relationship even if they are no longer together.
When Fritz realized that Bankson had cheated on him, he was crushed. For their impending nuptials, he had already bought an expensive ring and a property. Fritz was reminded not to make the same mistake twice by getting a tattoo that said, “Once a cheater, always a cheater.”
He experienced financial and emotional hardship as a result of this tragedy. In an attempt to deal with his heartbreak, he started drinking excessively, which caused his weight to drastically drop. He acknowledged that despite his best efforts, he had been unable to move on from her. Fritz still harbored affections for Bankson and desired a marriage with her in spite of her actions.
Fritz had to take a leave of absence from his host position on the History Channel program American Pickers due to health concerns. The viewers of the show had missed him terribly and were ready for him to come back so they could enjoy it again. After undergoing back surgery and a protracted period of healing and recuperation, Fritz said that he was prepared to tackle his long-running series with all of his might.
Fritz stated that the showrunner had been in touch with him and assured him that he would return, even though there had been no formal statement about his return. However, TMZ claims that Fritz was not given any consideration for a hosting position at this moment.
Meanwhile, Bankson, his ex-girlfriend, has made public her connection to engineering administration manager Eric Longlett. She posted pictures of their recent trip to see Elton John’s farewell show, Yellow Brick Road, on social media with pride, writing, “He took me to see Elton John’s farewell tour, Yellow Brick Road.” I’m a really lucky lady. Sweetie, you are my favorite.
Bankson decided not to return to the show as a co-host, and she announced her new companion at the same time. Fritz had been the show’s host for more than 10 years, so it was evident how involved he was, but there didn’t seem to be any preparations for him to return. She said she was grateful to have found Eric and that she did not want to see Fritz again very soon.
When Fritz’s friend found the young guy unconscious on his home floor on July 4, 2022, it was a horrifying scene. Fritz’s companion promptly reported that he was experiencing a seizure to the emergency services. The US Sun recorded the exchange on camera.
Bill Fritz, Fritz’s father, informed reporters that his son was making great progress since being admitted to the hospital and was doing well despite his illness. But the journey was not without difficulties; upon discharge from the hospital, he was placed under custody and sent into a skilled nursing facility to receive additional rehabilitation.
One of Fritz’s longtime friends is said to have sought for and subsequently been granted formal guardianship rights over him in early August 2022 as part of an emergency appointment that also included conservatorship procedures. If the ward is ill or disabled and cannot make decisions for themselves, this procedure enables another person to act on their behalf.
The bank was designated as his conservator and his buddy as his guardian, with the responsibility of monitoring and managing his funds. This implied that all payments for his care facility, including property taxes, maintenance fees, health insurance, and medical treatments, were the bank’s responsibility.
In addition, they would be in charge of getting him to and from events and doctor’s visits. He had to submit a “initial care plan,” which includes involvement in decision-making since the stroke, in order to be designated as his friend’s guardian.
Furthermore, the wishes of the person or, if applicable, his family members must be reflected in all decisions made on his behalf. The bank would have to guarantee that all necessary measures are taken to guarantee his welfare and that any obligations are fulfilled on schedule.
It was just recently established that popular television show host Frank Fritz required a conservator and guardian after records made this clear.
In order to give Frank the care he needs, his designated guardian must make decisions regarding his living arrangement, place of residence, health, and medical needs. They also have to make decisions regarding Frank’s participation in activities and keep lines of communication open with his loved ones, potential suitors, and other relevant parties.
In addition to these duties, the guardian is required to provide an annual report outlining their success in taking care of Frank. Given the seriousness of his illness, it seemed unlikely that he could make wise financial or medical decisions without putting himself in more peril.
Fritz’s neglectful actions could have caused him physical or mental harm, thus it was obvious that he needed a guardian to keep him safe.
The court decided that Fritz needed a guardian to keep him safe and gave them control over some areas of his life while he got the medical attention he needed for his wounds.
Everyone involved in this case has experienced pain, and all we can hope is that Frank heals swiftly enough to begin making his own decisions. I hope the cherished TV show presenter makes a full recovery, and I want you to tell your friends and family about this tale.
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