My Brother Makes Our Grandma Do Everything around the House — When I Saw Her Washing the Floors I Taught Him a Lesson
When Mike’s careless attitude toward his elderly grandmother reaches a boiling point, his sister devises a cunning plan to teach him a lesson. What starts as a simple party quickly unravels, exposing family tensions and leaving Mike humiliated in front of friends and family.
Hi! My name’s Mia, and here’s my story. My grandma moved into my brother’s house a few months ago after hers was sold. She needed money for medical bills, and living with him seemed like a great idea. She never complained about it, and I thought they were having a great time until I came to visit…
Mia cooks as her grandmother does the dishes | Source: Midjourney
During my first week there, I saw my grandma cook, clean, do laundry, and tend to the yard day after day. Not once did my brother lift a finger to help. Despite Granny’s back problems, he told her to do more and more with this bored, entitled tone.
“Granny, can you iron my shirts?” he would call out from the living room.
“Sure, dear,” she would reply, forcing a smile.
Grandmother mowes the lawn | Source: Midjourney
“Granny, the yard needs mowing,” he would say while playing video games.
“Of course, I’ll get to it,” she would answer, wincing as she stood up.
One afternoon, I found her mopping the floors. Her hands were red and dry, with knuckles sticking through pale skin. She moved slowly, pain evident in every step. That’s when I broke down and decided I couldn’t stay quiet any longer.
Mia confronts her grandma | Source: Midjourney
“Grandma, why are you doing all this?” I asked, my voice trembling with anger. “You should be resting!”
She looked up, tired eyes meeting mine. “He needs help, dear. He’s busy with work.”
“Busy?!” I exploded. “He’s playing video games all day! This is not fair!”
Grandma sighed. “I don’t mind. It’s just a little work.”
Mike plays video games | Source: Midjourney
But it wasn’t just a little work. It was too much for anyone, let alone an elderly woman with health issues. I knew I had to do something. I decided to organize a party, but not just any party. This would be a party with a twist.
The relationship between my brother and me had always been complicated. Growing up, Mike was the golden child, the one who could do no wrong.
Mike as a child | Source: Midjourney
He was a star athlete in high school, always surrounded by friends and admiration. I, on the other hand, was the quiet, bookish one. I didn’t mind staying out of the spotlight, but it did create a rift between us.
Our parents adored Mike and doted on him, often overlooking his flaws. They saw him as ambitious and driven, while I was seen as the responsible one.
I expected him to help out more around the house. This dynamic followed us into adulthood. When Grandma moved in, I hoped Mike would finally step up and take responsibility.
Mike laughs it off | Source: Midjourney
“Mike, can you at least help Grandma with the groceries?” I had asked one day when I called to check in.
He had laughed. “She’s fine, sis. She likes to stay busy.”
“She’s not a maid,” I had snapped back, frustration boiling over.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” he had replied dismissively.
The struggling grandma | Source: Midjourney
Seeing Grandma now, struggling and in pain, I felt a mix of anger and sadness. Mike had always been self-centered, but this was a new low. I couldn’t stand by and watch any longer.
One evening, I sat down with Grandma after dinner. “Granny, you need to rest. You can’t keep doing all this.”
She patted my hand. “I’ll be fine, sweetie. I’ve handled worse.”
Mia talks to her grandma | Source: Midjourney
“But you shouldn’t have to,” I insisted. “Mike needs to learn to help out. This isn’t fair to you.”
She sighed, looking weary. “He’s just used to it. He’s always been like this.”
I shook my head. “That doesn’t make it right.”
As I thought about what to do, an idea formed in my mind. It was bold, maybe even a bit risky, but I knew it had to be done. Mike needed a wake-up call, and I was just the person to give it to him. He couldn’t keep getting away with treating Grandma like this. It was time for a change.
Mia has an idea | Source: Midjourney
The plan started to take shape in my mind. I would organize a surprise for Mike, something that would make him see just how much work Grandma was doing. He needed to understand the weight of responsibility and the value of family. And I was determined to make sure he learned his lesson.
On her last day of staying there, I asked my brother Mike for a small party. He agreed, thinking it would be a good way to see old friends.
The party was planned for the evening before I left. Our high school friends, his football team, and even some nostalgic teachers were invited for a BBQ and a celebration.
Party invitation | Source: Midjourney
As the time when everyone was supposed to arrive approached, I got busy with my plan. I yanked all of Mike’s clothes into the laundry bin and dirtied them with ketchup and dirt. He wouldn’t have anything clean to wear.
Next, I put clean dishes in the sink and covered them with soap and ketchup. I made sure to mess up everything Grandma had been doing for him all this time.
Mike was lounging on the couch, oblivious. “Hey, sis, can you get me a beer?” he called out.
Mia dirties the dishes | Source: Midjourney
I rolled my eyes. “Sure, Mike,” I said sweetly. I handed him the beer, knowing chaos was about to unfold.
As the first guests started to arrive, Mike finally noticed the mess. “What the heck happened here?” he muttered, looking around the kitchen. “Grandma, did you forget to clean up?”
Grandma, who was resting in the living room, looked confused. “I’m sorry, dear. I must have missed it.”
Mike sees his dirty laundry | Source: Midjourney
Mike huffed and went to the laundry room. He opened the bin and saw his clothes stained and dirty. “Seriously?” he grumbled. “I have nothing to wear!”
He stormed back into the kitchen, where I was setting out snacks. “What’s going on, sis? Why is everything a mess?” he demanded.
I shrugged. “I don’t know, Mike. Maybe you should ask Grandma.”
Mike tries to tidy up his house | Source: Midjourney
He groaned and grabbed a dirty shirt from the bin, reluctantly putting it on. Guests started coming in, and Mike was running around in his stained clothes, trying to clean up.
“Ugh, my grandma was supposed to clean this already,” he muttered to his friend, Tom. “Because of her, I have nothing to wear!”
Tom raised an eyebrow. “Dude, you’re thirty. Are you serious?” he asked, laughing.
High school friends laughing at Mike | Source: Midjourney
Another friend, Jake, smirked. “Yeah, man. Do your own laundry. What’s wrong with you?”
Mike ignored them and kept trying to clean up. Grandma, despite her exhaustion, got up to help him. “I’m sorry, Mike. I can help now,” she said, grabbing a mop.
“You should have done this earlier, Grandma. Now everything’s ruined.”
Sad grandmother looks down | Source: Midjourney
The room fell silent as everyone watched the scene unfold. Mike’s angry speech echoed in the quiet house. “Why can’t you just do your job, Grandma?” he shouted.
People looked at him in disbelief. One of the old teachers, Mr. Parker, shook his head. “Mike, you should be ashamed. She’s your grandmother, not your maid.”
Mike’s face turned red. He looked around at the judgmental faces of his friends and family. Humiliated, he stomped upstairs and locked himself in his room.
Mad Mike | Source: Midjourney
I turned to Grandma, who looked upset. “Don’t worry, Grandma. Let’s enjoy the night,” I said, giving her a hug.
The guests slowly resumed their conversations, the awkwardness fading away. We enjoyed the BBQ, shared stories, and had a good time. Grandma finally relaxed and laughed with her old friends.
Family enjoying a barbecue | Source: Pexels
As the evening went on, I felt a sense of satisfaction. Mike needed to understand what Grandma had been going through. Hopefully, this would be a wake-up call for him to change his ways.
Grandma smiled at me. “Thank you, dear,” she said softly. “I hope he learns from this.”
Mia hugs her grandmother | Source: Midjourney
“I think he will,” I replied, looking up at the darkened window where Mike had retreated. “He has to.”
I Found a Ring in My Husband’s Drawer a Week Ago – Now It’s Gone but He Never Gave It to Me
They say curiosity killed the cat, but in my case, it almost shattered my marriage. A week ago, I found a hidden diamond ring in my husband’s drawer and thought I was in for a romantic surprise. Little did I know that the real surprise would come in the form of betrayal, heartbreak, and a twist you wouldn’t believe.
Mark and I had been together for seven years, and our anniversary was coming up. I was buzzing with excitement because each year, our anniversary felt like a small triumph. We’d had our ups and downs but we always came out stronger. This year, though, things took an unexpected and really confusing turn.
A loving couple cuddling while sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney
It started about a week ago. I was looking for some old documents in Mark’s drawer. You know how it is, rummaging through a drawer and hoping you find what you’re looking for. That’s when I saw it: a small, velvet ring box. My heart started pounding. I couldn’t resist; I had to see what was inside.
I opened it slowly, and there it was, a stunning diamond ring. It took my breath away. I instantly thought Mark had planned to surprise me on our anniversary with this beautiful ring.
A small velvet box containing a diamond ring lying in an open drawer | Source: Midjourney
I mean, we had our rough patches, but I knew he loved me deeply. I closed the box, put it back exactly where I found it, and shut the drawer.
The days leading up to our anniversary felt like forever. I was on edge but excited, imagining the moment he would give me the ring. However, our anniversary came and went, and the ring never made an appearance. He gave me a lovely pair of earrings, which I appreciated, but my mind was on that ring.
A pair of earrings in a small blue box | Source: Midjourney
“These earrings are beautiful, Mark,” I said, trying to sound enthusiastic.
“I’m glad you like them,” he replied with a smile.
I forced a smile back, but inside, all I could think was, “What about the ring?”
Maybe he had another plan? Maybe he was waiting for the perfect moment?
A woman reading a book | Source: Midjourney
A few days later, while engrossed in a book, I received a message from my best friend, Emily. We had been friends since college, and we shared everything. I opened her message and saw a picture of her hand wearing a diamond ring: the same ring I had seen in Mark’s drawer.
My heart sank.
Emily’s text followed, “Look at this gorgeous ring! This new guy I met is already spoiling me!”
I stared at the picture, my mind racing. “That’s the ring from Mark’s drawer,” I thought, feeling a mix of shock and betrayal.
A closeup shot of a woman flaunting her diamond ring | Source: Midjourney
I was hurt and furious. But I knew I had to get to the bottom of this, so I came up with a plan.
“Hey, Jess. I’m going to take a shower,” said Mark, disappearing into the bathroom.
His timing was impeccable. Without wasting a moment, I grabbed his phone and quickly typed a message to Emily, pretending to be him.
“Hey, Emily. Let’s meet at Aurora Plateau Dining at 7 p.m. I’ve got something important to tell you.”
I hit send and put the phone back, my heart racing with a mix of anger and anticipation.
A woman texting on her phone | Source: Midjourney
When Mark emerged from the shower, I suggested we dine at the same place to maximize our anniversary celebration before another year slipped by. Fortunately, he agreed.
As the evening approached, my nerves were on edge. I couldn’t wait to uncover the mysteries, lies, and half-truths that awaited me. Amidst my conflicting thoughts, Mark’s voice interrupted my reverie. “Let’s order something, Jess. How about your favorite mushroom ravioli?”
The interior of a fancy restaurant | Source: Midjourney
“Let’s wait a bit,” I replied cautiously, careful not to reveal my plan.
“Okay, but are we expecting someone?” he inquired, looking puzzled.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” I responded calmly, despite the turmoil inside me. My gaze alternated between Mark’s face and the entrance, awaiting the arrival of my special guest. I noticed Mark shifting in his seat, perhaps sensing what was about to unfold.
A couple dining in a fancy restaurant | Source: Midjourney
Moments later, Emily entered, elegantly dressed and sporting a wide grin. However, her expression fell when she spotted me, her demeanor changing as if she had seen a ghost. With hesitant steps, she approached our table, while I struggled to maintain composure upon noticing the diamond ring adorning her finger.
“Good evening, everyone,” Emily greeted, her movements cautious as she took a seat. It didn’t take long for her and Mark to grasp the reality of my setup, and the atmosphere grew tense.
A woman in a stunning dress standing in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
Before I could speak, Mark cleared his throat, seemingly prepared to offer an explanation or excuse.
“Jess, I can explain…” he began, but I cut him off.
“Please, let me speak,” I interjected, shifting my gaze from Mark to Emily, who nervously fiddled with her hands, attempting to conceal the ring.
Rising from my seat, my voice trembled but determined. “I found the ring in your drawer, dear husband. Now, will you please tell me why you didn’t give it to me? And Emily, why are you wearing it?”
A closeup shot of silver wedding rings in a box | Source: Midjourney
Mark’s face turned pale, and he stammered, “I… I bought that ring for you, Jess. Our wedding rings were simple because we couldn’t afford much back then. I wanted to give you something special this anniversary, something you deserved. But I realized it was the wrong size. Emily offered to help because she knew a jeweler who could fix it.”
“Perfect. Now, Emily,” I paused to take a deep breath. “Why were you taking pictures with that ring when you simply took it to get resized? And then you had the audacity to send those pictures to me? Why?”
A man trying to talk to his angry wife in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
Emily’s eyes filled with guilt as she glanced between us. “I… I did take the ring to get it resized, Jess. But… I also sent you that picture because… I’m in love with Mark. I wanted you to think he was giving it to me, so you would leave him.”
The room fell silent, the weight of her confession hanging in the air. Mark looked at Emily, shocked and dismayed. “Emily, how could you do this? Jess is my wife. I love her more than anything.”
A woman being angry at her friend in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
I took a deep breath, my anger now directed solely at Emily. “I trusted you, Emily. You were my best friend. How could you betray me like this?”
Emily broke down in tears, apologizing repeatedly, but her words felt hollow. Mark reached out to hold my hand, his eyes filled with remorse and love. “Jess, I had no idea she felt this way. I only wanted to surprise you. Please. You have to believe me.”
I looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “I believe you, Mark. But Emily, this is unforgivable.”
A woman burdened with remorse is sitting alone in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
We left the restaurant, leaving Emily behind with her tears and apologies. As we stepped out into the cool night air, Mark squeezed my hand.” Jess, I’m so sorry for everything. I love you more than anything, and I want to make it up to you.”
I nodded, my heart heavy but resolute.
We walked in silence for a while, the cool breeze helping to calm my nerves. The streets were quiet, with the occasional car passing by. It was just us and the sound of our footsteps on the pavement.
A couple walking on the road at night | Source: Midjourney
“Jess,” Mark said softly, breaking the silence. “I know I’ve messed up by not telling you about the ring, and I’m sorry you had to go through that confusion and hurt. I just wanted to make this anniversary special for you.”
I squeezed his hand, appreciating his words. “I know, Mark. I understand why you did it now. It’s just… it was such a shock seeing that ring on Emily’s finger. I thought the worst.”
He stopped walking and turned to face me, his eyes earnest. “I promise, from now on, no more secrets. We talk about everything, okay?”
A loving couple hugging on the road at night | Source: Midjourney
“Okay,” I agreed, feeling a bit lighter. “No more secrets.”
As we resumed walking, I couldn’t help but reflect on the night’s events. Emily’s betrayal cut deep, but Mark’s unwavering support gave me hope. I knew it would take time to heal, but I believed we could get through it.
Curious to hear your thoughts! Did this situation resonate with anyone? How might you have handled it? Share your experiences in the comments section. In the meantime, check out another story that might pique your interest:
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I Ran into My Ex-Fiancé Who Dumped Me for Not Being ‘Good Enough’ – He Was on a Date & My Revenge Was Sweet
Before we move on to the main story, here’s a bit of context. About five years ago, I was engaged to this guy named Mark. We had been together for three years and I was in love with him: you know, the kind where you cannot imagine your life without your favorite person.
A man celebrating his promotion in office | Source: Midjourney
Luckily, Mark reciprocated my feelings and always assured me that he too felt the same way. We were deep into our wedding plans and I was over the moon to start a new chapter of my life with him when, out of the blue, he called it quits. Yes, you heard that right. He broke up with me.
His reasoning? I “wasn’t good enough for him.” Apparently, he’d landed a big promotion at work and suddenly felt like I didn’t fit his new image. Sounds crazy, right?
A woman crying after a breakup | Source: Midjourney
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