Mom with Baby Is Kicked Out of Home by Mother-In-Law, Sees Her Digging through Trash Years Later — Story of the Day

A controlling woman kicks her daughter-in-law out of the house with her newborn child, only to find herself in appalling conditions years later.

Abbie and Jonathan were married for three years when they welcomed their son, Timothy. They lived in Austin, Texas, with Jonathan’s mother, Susan, who wasn’t the worst by all accounts but wasn’t the best either.

Susan’s problem was that she wanted total control over everything, especially Jonathan’s life. To her relief, she was always successful since Jonathan was a “mama’s boy” who never went against her.

However, things began to change when Abbie came into Jonathan’s life. He began to devote a significant percentage of his attention to her, making Susan believe that Abbie was pulling him away from her.

Eventually, Abbie got the impression that Susan despised her, so she advised Jonathan that they move out. But he politely declined, saying, “Oh darling, come on! You know how mom is! She may seem harsh on the outside, but she is soft on the inside. She adores you just as much as she adores me.”

But Abbie knew that wasn’t the case, and her worst fears proved true one day…

Mrs. Norris wasn't supportive of Abbie and Jonathan's relationship. | Source: Pexels

Mrs. Norris wasn’t supportive of Abbie and Jonathan’s relationship. | Source: Pexels

“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE WITH THAT BABY!” Susan yelled at Abbie as she and Jonathan returned from the hospital following Timothy’s birth. She didn’t even go to the hospital for Abbie’s delivery because she despised her. And once Abbie was home, she already had a brilliant plan to get rid of her “pathetic” daughter-in-law.

“Susan, what’s the matter?” Abbie stared at her, bewildered. She didn’t understand why the woman would say something like that to her.

“Good Lord! Susan?” she whispered in disbelief on seeing her mother-in-law in such a terrible condition.

“What’s the matter with me?” she retorted. “That boy is not my son’s blood! He looks nothing like my son!” she lied, screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Susan!” Abbie yelled back, teary-eyed. “How could you say such a thing? He’s your grandson…Jonathan,” she said, turning to her husband. “Why aren’t you saying anything? You know he’s—”

Before Abbie could finish, Susan cut her off. “Stop bewitching my son with those crocodile tears of yours! You’ve already wrecked his life. Pack your things and get lost!” she repeated and grabbed Jonathan’s arm, pulling him to her side.

Mrs. Norris ordered Abbie to leave the house. | Source: Pexels

Mrs. Norris ordered Abbie to leave the house. | Source: Pexels

“Jonathan….” Abbie looked at him with hopeful eyes, but he didn’t utter a word. Instead, he stood by his mother’s side and lowered his head in shame.

Abbie couldn’t believe Jonathan didn’t say anything to his mother, even if it meant losing his son! She realized whatever was happening to her was probably the worst thing she’d ever faced, but she reasoned it was probably for the best if she moved away from the toxicity. So she packed her belongings and left Susan’s home to live with her parents.

Several years went by and Abbie had raised Timothy on her own, giving him the finest of everything. Fortunately, she also healed from the pain of her toxic marriage with Jonathan and took the first step towards divorce and a happy life with her son as a single mother.

A few years after the divorce, she found love again when she crossed paths with a man named Edward at Timothy’s school. He was a widower with a daughter, Caroline. He and Abbie fell in love and got married.

Abbie felt her life was complete after marrying Edward. She had a wonderful family, an excellent job, two beautiful children, and a devoted husband. She never thought about the horrific past again until something unexpected happened one day…

Abbie took a drastic step and became a single mom. | Source: Pexels

Abbie took a drastic step and became a single mom. | Source: Pexels

After dropping Caroline and Timothy off at school, Abbie was on her way to work when she noticed an elderly woman dumpster diving for food.

“Good Lord!” she sighed as she came to a halt and glanced at the woman. “What misery did she go through to have to eat from a dumpster?”

Abbie reached into her handbag for cash and got out of the car to offer it to the woman. But as she got closer, something about the woman’s filthy clothes made her stop.

She recognized the woman’s coat and immediately came to a halt in the middle of the street until a car blew its horn, interrupting her thoughts. When the homeless woman turned around to face her, Abbie’s suspicions were confirmed.

“Good Lord! Susan?” she whispered in disbelief on seeing her mother-in-law in such a terrible condition. “Susan, what happened to you? What are you doing here?” she asked worriedly as she dashed over to her.

Mrs. Norris was looking through trash for food. | Source: Shutterstock

Mrs. Norris was looking through trash for food. | Source: Shutterstock

With tears in her eyes, the older woman stared at her. “Abbie? Forgive me for what I did, sweetheart,” she pleaded, bursting into tears. “Please forgive me! I’m starving! I haven’t eaten in days….” She fell at Abbie’s feet and wouldn’t stop crying.

Abbie never liked Susan, but she wasn’t so heartless that she would leave her like that on the streets. So she took a day off from work and accompanied the older woman to a restaurant.

As Susan finished eating, Abbie gently asked, “Susan, how did you end up like this? Where’s Jonathan?”

“All I can say is I paid for my sins, sweetheart,” she sighed, teary-eyed. “I lost everything I had. My Jonathan is no longer with me. He left me alone, and I was so miserable after that….”

Susan wouldn’t stop crying as she revealed that Jonathan was returning home from work one day when he was attacked and robbed by some hooligans. He tried to fight back, but he eventually succumbed to the injuries and died before reaching the hospital.

Jonathan's death left Mrs. Norris miserable. | Source: Pexels

Jonathan’s death left Mrs. Norris miserable. | Source: Pexels

After the terrible accident, Susan almost lost her mind. Every night, she would sit for hours on her son’s bed, clutching his things and crying. She didn’t want to do anything or interact with anyone. She eventually gave up on life and began roaming the streets.

“I still have the house, but it’s so empty without him. It comes back to bite me when I go back there. I don’t want to be there. I want to run away from all the bad memories…All the bad things I did to you, oh, I regret them so much. Will you please forgive me? I beg of you!” she pleaded, trembling.

Seeing Susan’s dreadful situation, Abbie knew she had already had her fair share of suffering for her wrongdoings, so softening her heart for the older woman, she decided to let go of the past and forgive her.

“It’s all right, Susan,” she said. “I don’t have anything against you or Jonathan. In fact, I’m happy I went on with my life because I now have a beautiful husband and two wonderful children.”

Susan was surprised. “You remarried?”

Abbie was happy with her married life. | Source: Pexels

Abbie was happy with her married life. | Source: Pexels

“Yes! And I am very happy with my life now,” Abbie replied, smiling.

Susan felt a tinge of jealousy, and she dropped her head in shame. But Abbie forgave her and decided to help her out, so Abbie started visiting her home and helping her around the house once in a while.

She also told Edward everything, and he was very sympathetic and supportive. Leaving the horrific past behind them, they now often invite Susan to their home and spend time with her so that she does not feel alone.

What can we learn from this story?

  • One day, everyone pays the price for their wrongdoings. Susan ruined Abbie and Jonathan’s relationship and paid the price for it when she found herself all alone.
  • Good things always happen to good people. Though Abbie’s divorce from Jonathan was devastating, it ultimately resulted in a much happier life for her and Timothy.

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My Childhood Friend Betrayed Me & Stole My Winnings – He Cried for Forgiveness after I Taught Him a Lesson in Respect

Joshua and Steve, lifelong friends, buy a lottery ticket together and make a pact to split any winnings. When they hit the jackpot, Steve vanishes, leaving Joshua in shock. As rumors of Steve’s lavish new lifestyle spread, Joshua realizes his friend’s betrayal, igniting a battle for justice.

Steve and I have been best friends since we were knee-high to a grasshopper. We’ve weathered countless storms together, both literal and metaphorical.

I remember the time my car broke down in the middle of nowhere.

A man peering at a car engine | Source: Pexels

A man peering at a car engine | Source: Pexels

Steve didn’t hesitate; he lent me his car for a week without a second thought. And let’s not forget the endless weekends he spent helping me renovate my house.

In turn, I’ve been there for him through his rough patches. When his marriage fell apart in a messy divorce, I was his sounding board and his support system, both emotionally and financially.

One rainy Friday evening, we were sitting on my porch, sipping beers and talking about life, never realizing this was the start of a sequence of events that would destroy our friendship.

Two chairs on a porch | Source: Unsplash

Two chairs on a porch | Source: Unsplash

“Hey Josh, ever think about what you’d do if you hit the jackpot?” Steve asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Man, if I had a dollar for every time I daydreamed about that, I’d already be rich. But seriously, I’d probably pay off the mortgage, maybe take the family on a world tour.”

Steve grinned. “Yeah, same here. But let’s make a pact, right here, right now. We buy a lottery ticket together, split the winnings 50/50, no matter what. Deal?”

Two men shaking hands | Source: Midjourney

Two men shaking hands | Source: Midjourney

I raised my beer in a toast. “Deal. We each put in ten bucks, make it a twenty-dollar ticket. No backing out.”

It was a joke, really. A pipe dream. We never expected anything to come of it. But life has a funny way of surprising you.

A week later, we were sitting at the same spot, beers in hand, scratching off our ticket. I almost choked on my drink when the numbers lined up.

“Steve, do you see what I see?” I stammered, my heart pounding in my chest.

A person holding lottery tickets | Source: Pexels

A person holding lottery tickets | Source: Pexels

Steve’s eyes widened, and then he started whooping with joy. “Holy cow, Josh! We did it! Ten million dollars!”

We hugged, jumping around like a couple of teenagers. I was already imagining all the ways I could make life better for my family. But first, we needed to celebrate.

“Let’s go tell Reyna, man. This is incredible!” I said, getting up to find my wife, Reyna, inside the house.

But Steve stopped me, a strange look on his face.

A man with an unreadable expression | Source: Pexels

A man with an unreadable expression | Source: Pexels

“Actually, let’s keep this between us for a bit,” he muttered. “You know, figure out the best way to break the news. I don’t want my ex to come after me for more alimony.”

It seemed odd, but I trusted him. We had a bond that went deeper than blood. Or so I thought.

The next few days were a blur of euphoria. I tried calling Steve to plan our big reveal, but his phone was off. No biggie, I thought. Maybe he was taking a breather.

A man making a phone call | Source: Pexels

A man making a phone call | Source: Pexels

But then days turned into weeks, and my calls went unanswered. I even drove by his place a few times, but it was dark and empty.

Worry gnawed at me. Had something happened to him? Was he in trouble? I started asking around, but no one had seen or heard from him. It was like he’d vanished into thin air.

One evening, while having dinner with Reyna, she mentioned something she’d heard through the grapevine.

“Did you know Steve quit his job? And apparently, he bought a house in Wyoming?”

A woman looking on as her husband rests a hand against his face | Source: Pexels

A woman looking on as her husband rests a hand against his face | Source: Pexels

I felt a cold knot tighten in my stomach. Wyoming? He hadn’t mentioned anything to me about that. I decided to dig deeper.

Rumors were flying. Steve had been seen living it up, throwing money around like confetti. My anxiety turned into a gut-wrenching realization. He wasn’t missing. He was hiding! Hiding from me and our agreement.

I felt a sharp sting of betrayal. This was the man who’d stood by me through thick and thin, and now he was cutting me out of something we’d won together.

A man with his arms crossed | Source: Pexels

A man with his arms crossed | Source: Pexels

I sat down with my phone, scrolling through old messages and photos. There it was—a selfie of us holding the winning ticket outside the corner store. Proof of our pact.

Determined to make things right, I collected every piece of evidence I could find. Texts, emails, anything that could support my case. It wasn’t just about the money; it was about principle, about trust.

I contacted a lawyer and filed a lawsuit against Steve.

A man looking at his phone | Source: Pexels

A man looking at his phone | Source: Pexels

The courtroom was a sterile, intimidating room. The kind of place that saps the warmth out of your bones. I sat on one side, my lawyer, Sarah, by my side, while Steve sat opposite me with his lawyer.

He wouldn’t even meet my eyes.

Steve’s defense was brutal. His lawyer painted me as a greedy opportunist, someone trying to cash in on an old friendship.

“Mr. Lambert,” Steve’s lawyer began, “is it true that you have financial difficulties? Isn’t this lawsuit simply a means to solve your monetary problems at the expense of my client?”

Exterior of a building with tall columns | Source: Pexels

Exterior of a building with tall columns | Source: Pexels

I clenched my fists, trying to keep my voice steady. “That’s not true. This is about an agreement we made. Steve and I promised to split the winnings. It’s about trust and keeping your word.”

Steve finally spoke, his voice cold. “Josh, you know things change. I never thought you’d actually go through with this. I mean, who sues their best friend?”

I felt a lump in my throat. “Who disappears with ten million dollars and leaves their best friend in the dark?” I countered. “You vanished, Steve. No calls, no explanations. Just gone.”

A stern man | Source: Pexels

A stern man | Source: Pexels

The tension in the room was palpable. Sarah presented our evidence—texts, emails, and that selfie of us holding the winning ticket. The photo hit Steve hard; I saw a flicker of guilt cross his face.

“We had a deal,” I said, my voice breaking. “You promised, Steve.”

The court case dragged on for months. Each hearing felt like a fresh wound being reopened. Steve’s defense grew more desperate, and the strain was visible on both of us.

But I had to see this through. It wasn’t just for me—it was for my family and the principle of fairness.

A tired and thoughtful man | Source: Pexels

A tired and thoughtful man | Source: Pexels

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the court ruled in my favor. Steve was ordered to pay me half of the jackpot plus interest.

The victory was bittersweet. As the judge delivered the verdict, I realized it marked the end of a friendship I once thought unbreakable.

The day after the ruling, I was sitting on my porch, nursing a cup of coffee, when I saw Steve walking up the driveway. He looked different—defeated, smaller somehow.

“Josh,” he began, his voice cracking. “I’m so sorry. I was overwhelmed. I made a huge mistake.”

A defeated looking man | Source: Pexels

A defeated looking man | Source: Pexels

“I know I have to cover court costs, too,” he continued, “and it’s more than I can handle. Please, I’m begging you. I’ll give you three million if you drop the case. It’s all I can afford without ruining my life completely.”

I looked at him, memories of our shared past flashing through my mind. The countless times he’d been there for me, the laughter, the struggles.

Part of me wanted to forgive him, to take the offer and end this nightmare. But the betrayal cut too deep.

A thoughtful man | Source: Pexels

A thoughtful man | Source: Pexels

“I appreciate your apology, Steve,” I said quietly. “But I can’t accept your offer. This isn’t just about the money. It’s about what we stood for. The principle of our agreement matters too much.”

Steve’s shoulders sagged, and he nodded, tears in his eyes. “I understand. I really screwed up, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “You did. But maybe this is a chance for both of us to start over.”

A man frowning | Source: Pexels

A man frowning | Source: Pexels

He left, and as I watched him walk away, I felt a strange mix of sadness and relief. This was the end of an era, but also the beginning of a new chapter.

Steve was forced to liquidate his assets to comply with the court order. His extravagant lifestyle came to an abrupt end. I heard through mutual friends that he was struggling to rebuild his life, living more modestly now.

As for me, I received my rightful share of the winnings: five and a half million after interest.

An excited man | Source: Pexels

An excited man | Source: Pexels

I paid off my debts, bought a comfortable home for my family, and invested wisely. The financial stability was a blessing, but the lessons learned were invaluable.

I reflected on the painful but valuable lessons about trust and friendship. The experience had hardened me, made me more cautious. I resolved to be more careful in the future, to ensure no one could take advantage of me again.

Life went on. I found new ways to rebuild, focusing on my family and the things that truly mattered. The wound from Steve’s betrayal would heal, but the scar would always remind me of the importance of trust and the price of betrayal.

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