My kids told me they wished I didn’t exist, and those words cut deeper than anything I’d ever heard. They were angry, careless—but I decided to take their wish seriously. I vanished from their lives, leaving no trace. It was time they learned what life would be like without Mom.
I’d heard it countless times—people saying housewives had it easy. They stayed home, relaxed, and lived off their husbands’ hard work. What a joke!
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Let me tell you, my being a stay-at-home mom wasn’t just a job; it was an endless marathon with no breaks. My days were a blur of cleaning, cooking, managing tantrums, and juggling a thousand other things.
Tom, my sweet but stubborn five-year-old, was at that age where every little thing was a battle.
Eliza, on the other hand, was teetering on the edge of her pre-teen years—full of sass and mood swings.
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And my husband, Justin? He thought his paycheck excused him from everything else. It was exhausting.
That evening, as usual, we sat down for dinner together. Sharing our day had become a routine, though it often came with surprises.
I looked at Tom, who was already playing with his peas. “Tom, how was preschool today?” I asked, trying to sound cheerful.
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He shrugged. “It was okay, but Miss Jackson might call you tomorrow.”
That caught my attention. “Why would she call me?” I asked, putting down my fork.
“I just wanted to pet a dog outside, but Miss Jackson said you shouldn’t touch stray dogs because they can have rab—rabai—” Tom paused, frowning.
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“Rabies,” Eliza said with an exaggerated eye roll.
Tom nodded. “Yeah, rabies.”
I leaned forward. “And why does that mean she might call me?”
Tom hesitated, then blurted, “Well, I didn’t like what she said, so I bit her.”
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I stared at him, shocked. “You bit your teacher?” My voice rose without meaning to.
Tom nodded, completely unbothered. “She said rabies spreads by bites. I wanted to show her.”
“Mom, you gave birth to a lunatic,” Eliza muttered, smirking.
“Don’t talk about your brother like that,” I said firmly. Then I turned to Justin, who was busy eating. “Justin, do you have anything to say about this?”
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He glanced up briefly. “You’re handling it great, honey,” he said, patting my hand.
I sighed, turning back to Tom. “Tom, we’ve talked about this. You can’t bite people. It hurts, and it’s wrong. Next time, use words to express how you feel.”
Finally, I faced Eliza. “How was your day?”
“Fine,” she said, barely looking up.
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“That’s all?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m sleeping over at Nancy’s tomorrow, remember?” she added casually.
“Yes, I remember,” I said, feeling my energy drain.
The next day started badly and only got worse. When I went into Tom’s room to check if he had cleaned up like I’d asked, it looked like a tornado had hit it.
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Toys, clothes, and books were everywhere. I felt my patience slipping, but there wasn’t time to deal with it.
I had to apologize to Miss Jackson for Tom biting her, which was embarrassing enough.
Then, as I finally sat down to breathe, the phone rang. Eliza’s school informed me she had skipped classes. My anger boiled over. By the time they got home, I was ready for a serious talk.
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“Wait, both of you, stop right there,” I said as Tom and Eliza headed to their rooms. My voice made them freeze.
“What is it now?” Eliza asked, sounding irritated.
“Let’s start with Tom,” I said, turning to him. “I saw your room. It’s a disaster. We agreed that if you didn’t keep it clean, I’d take away your games. So, your console is mine until you show me you can keep your room tidy.”
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Tom’s eyes went wide. “What? No! That’s not fair!” he yelled, crossing his arms.
Eliza smirked. “Nice job, Tom,” she said with a mocking tone.
“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you, young lady,” I snapped. “I got a call from your school today. They told me you skipped class.”
“It was one time! Just one!” Eliza shouted, her face red with anger.
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“You’re grounded for a week,” I said firmly. “No sleepover at Nancy’s.”
“You can’t do this! ‘’ve been planning that forever!” Eliza screamed, clenching her fists.
“Then you shouldn’t have skipped class,” I replied calmly.
“I hate you! I wish you didn’t exist!” she yelled before stomping off to her room and slamming the door.
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“Yeah! Me too!” Tom shouted, running to his own room.
I stood there, tears welling up. My chest felt heavy, but I swallowed the lump in my throat.
When Justin got home, I recounted everything. He listened quietly, barely responding.
“Well?” I asked, desperate for some support.
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“Maybe you were too hard on them,” he said, shrugging. “They’re just kids.”
“Did you hear me? Did you hear what Eliza said to me?” I asked, my voice shaking with anger.
“She didn’t mean it,” he said, brushing it off.
“I’ve had enough,” I said, my voice cold. “I’ll show them what it’s like when I’m not here.”
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“What are you talking about?” Justin asked, confused.
“You’ll see,” I said and walked away.
That night, as the house lay silent, I began my plan. Justin, always a heavy sleeper, didn’t stir once.
I moved quietly, gathering every single thing that was mine—clothes from the closet, photos from the walls, notebooks from the desk.
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Even my favorite mug, the one I used every morning, went into a box. I left no sign that I had ever been there.
With everything packed, I carried it all up to the attic. The attic was dusty and cramped, but I set up a mattress in the corner, arranging a small lamp and a blanket. Justin wouldn’t think to look here; he barely remembered the attic existed.
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Before settling in, I set up cameras in the kitchen and living room. I needed to see how they managed without me. This was only the beginning.
The next morning, I watched them from the camera feed as they stood in the kitchen, looking lost.
“Where’s Mom?” Tom asked, his voice unsure.
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“I don’t know,” Eliza said, glancing around. “But even her pictures are gone. The ones on the wall, too.”
“Her clothes aren’t in the closet,” Justin added, scratching his head.
Tom’s eyes widened. “Did our wish come true? Did Mom really disappear?”
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“Don’t be ridiculous,” Justin said, shaking his head.
“But she’s really gone!” Eliza insisted. “Her stuff isn’t here. There’s no sign of her at all.”
Justin pulled out his phone. “I’ll call her. This is probably some kind of joke.” But I had turned my phone off. He stared at the screen for a moment before putting it back in his pocket.
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“Okay, let’s go,” he said, sounding annoyed. “I’ll drop you off at school. We’ll figure this out later.”
Eliza hesitated. “Can I still go to Nancy’s sleepover?”
“Yes, yes. Just get in the car,” Justin said impatiently.
“Yes!” Eliza cheered. Then she grinned. “Maybe it’s better this way. Mom was always on my case anyway.”
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“That means I can play video games!” Tom shouted, jumping up.
I felt my chest tighten. My heart ached as I watched them. They didn’t miss me; they seemed relieved. They were happy I was gone.
That evening, I watched from the camera as Justin and Tom sat on the couch, laughing and playing video games.
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A pizza box sat open on the coffee table, grease stains already soaking into the cardboard.
I noticed Tom eating a big slice loaded with cheese. My stomach tightened. He was lactose intolerant. Justin, distracted by the game, had clearly forgotten.
The next morning, my fears were confirmed. Tom was curled up on the couch, pale and groaning.
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Justin scrambled to find medicine, muttering under his breath. He ended up staying home from work, trying to comfort Tom while also cleaning up the mess.
By the third day, chaos ruled. Dishes piled up in the sink, laundry was untouched, and the kids left for school with nothing but dry cereal in their hands.
That evening, Tom sat crying on the couch, overwhelmed. Even Eliza, who usually stayed distant, looked defeated. Her hair was a mess as she clutched her empty lunchbox.
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“I miss Mom,” Tom finally said, looking up at Justin. His little face was streaked with tears, and his lip trembled.
“Me too,” Eliza added, her voice quieter than usual. She looked down at her hands. “I got my period today, and I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to call Mom so bad, but I couldn’t. It made me feel awful.”
Justin sighed, leaning back on the couch. “I think this is because of what you both said. You told her you didn’t want her to exist. Now she’s showing you what that feels like.”
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“But that’s not true!” Eliza said, her voice cracking. Tears filled her eyes. “I was just mad. I didn’t mean it. I’m so stupid for saying that.”
Tom sniffled loudly. “I want Mom to come back. I’ll clean my room every day. I won’t bite anyone ever again. I promise.”
Eliza wiped her face and nodded. “I’ll stop yelling at her. I’ll listen better. I can’t live without her. I miss her so much,” she said, sobbing.
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Hearing their words broke the last bit of resolve I had. I stepped out of the shadows, standing in the doorway. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” I said, my voice firm but full of emotion.
They turned to me in shock before running into my arms. “Mom! You’re back!” they cried, hugging me tightly.
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“Really, it’s so good to see you,” Justin said, standing and walking over. “These past few days have shown me what a monumental job you do. I’ll try to make things easier for you from now on.”
“Thank you,” I said, my voice soft.
“No, thank you, for everything,” Justin replied.
“Thank you, Mom! We love you so much!” the kids said together, holding on tight.
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My Grandson Visited Me on National Grandma’s Day — What He Prepared for Me This Time Made Me Go Pale
When my grandson walked through my door on National Grandma’s Day, I expected tulips or chocolates. Instead, he brought something that made my heart race — and not in a good way. What he asked of me left me frozen, but what came next was something I’ll never forget.
They say you can feel it in your bones when something’s about to change, and let me tell you — I felt it that day.
It started like every other National Grandma’s Day, the one day I hold closer to my heart than my own birthday. My grandson, Jordan, has always made it special. Ever since he was a boy, he’s been my little ray of sunshine, showing up with chocolates, tulips, or just those three words that mean the world to me: “I love you, Grandma.”
But this year felt… off.
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I’m Teresa, by the way. I’m 60 years old, widowed, and I live alone in the apartment my late husband, Walter, and I bought back in our early days. It’s not much, but it’s home. It holds memories, creaky floorboards and all. And Jordan, bless his heart, has been my greatest comfort since Walter passed five years ago.
I woke up that day, feeling that familiar buzz of excitement. I brewed my tea and sat by the window, keeping an eye on the street below.
Jordan is 22 now, but he’s never been late on Grandma’s Day. Never.
Yet by 10:10 a.m., my tea had gone cold, and the quiet in my apartment felt heavier than usual.
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“Where are you, my sweet boy?” I whispered to myself, my trembling fingers tracing the delicate china cup. Memories of Jordan’s childhood danced before my eyes — his first steps, his laughter echoing through these walls, and the way he’d curl up next to me during storytime.
Each memory felt like a knife twisting in my heart as the minutes ticked by.
I tried not to let my mind wander too far. Jordan has his own life, of course — a job, friends, all the things young people juggle. But I couldn’t shake the uneasiness and nagging thought that something was different. I kept telling myself, “Don’t be silly, Teresa. He’ll be here.”
My hands began to shake slightly. Was it anxiety? Or something deeper, something my heart was trying to warn me about?
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And then, around 11 a.m., just as I was refilling my tea, I heard the key turn in the lock. My heart skipped a beat.
“Jordan?” I called out, relief washing over me.
When the door opened, though, he didn’t look like himself. His smile was gone, replaced by a tightness in his jaw. He wasn’t carrying flowers or chocolates. He was holding something behind his back, and his eyes darted away from mine.
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“Oh, my Jordan,” I breathed, sensing something was terribly wrong. “What’s happened to you?”
“Grandma,” he said, his voice low and unsteady, “do you think all these years I’ve been giving you gifts for nothing?”
I felt a chill run down my spine. Something in his tone was so unlike the Jordan I knew. This wasn’t my loving grandson. This was a stranger.
“What?” I gasped.
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He stepped further into the room, still holding whatever it was behind his back. “It’s time to repay for them,” he said quietly.
Tears welled up in my eyes. The warmth of our past birthdays and the love we shared felt like a distant dream now. What could have changed so dramatically?
“Repay?” I repeated, my voice trembling now. “Jordan, what are you talking about?”
His hand shook slightly as he pulled a folder from behind his back and placed it on the table between us. “Just… look at it,” he said, avoiding my eyes.
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The silence between us was deafening, thick with unspoken pain and impending revelation.
I stared at the folder like it was some kind of foreign object, something that didn’t belong in my home. My chest felt tight, and I could barely get the words out.
“Oh, my sweet boy, what have you done?” The words trembled inside me.
“What is this, Jordan?” I asked.
“Just… open it, Grandma,” he said, still not looking at me.
With shaking hands, I flipped it open. Papers. Legal ones. My stomach churned as I scanned the top line: Transfer of Property Ownership.
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Tears welled up unexpectedly. These weren’t just papers. These were the death warrant of memories… of Walter, of our life together.
“Jordan,” I whispered, my voice breaking, “what’s going on here?”
He finally looked at me then, his face brimming with guilt and determination. Tears glistened at the corners of his eyes. “Grandma, it’s time for you to move out of this apartment,” he said.
I blinked, unsure if I’d heard him right. “Move out? This is my home, Jordan. Why would I leave?”
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“Because you deserve better,” he said, his tone firm but his voice cracking slightly. “This place is falling apart. The maintenance is a nightmare. You’re always telling me how hard it is to keep up with everything here.”
My heart ached. Not from the suggestion of moving, but from the pain I saw in my grandson’s eyes.
“I’ve found a better place for you,” he continued, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “A little house. It’s got everything you need. A garden, privacy, space. It’s closer to me, too. You’ll be happier there. I promise.”
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The room felt like it was closing in around me. My home — the one Walter and I had built our life in — how could I just leave it behind? Every creaky floorboard, every faded photograph was a testament to our love.
“Jordan, honey, this isn’t about the apartment, is it? What’s really going on?”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, a gesture so reminiscent of his grandfather that it made my heart ache. “Grandma, I’ve been watching you,” he admitted. “You’re not happy here. You don’t say it, but I can see it. I just want you to have a fresh start. Somewhere peaceful.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but he handed me his phone before I could say a word.
“Look,” he said, his voice breaking. “Just look.”
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I glanced at the screen. It was a photo of a house. It was a small, cozy one with a white picket fence and a garden bursting with flowers. The kind of place you see on postcards.
“This is it,” he said softly, a tear rolling down his cheek. “It’s yours. I’ve already arranged everything.”
I stared at the phone, the picture blurring as tears welled up in my eyes.
The house looked almost too perfect like a dream carefully constructed to heal wounds I didn’t even know were bleeding.
“Jordan,” I whispered, my voice catching, “you did this… for me?”
“Of course,” he said, his voice trembling with an intensity that spoke volumes. “You’ve done everything for me, Grandma. You raised me when Mom and Dad couldn’t. You gave me love, stability, everything. This is the least I can do for you.”
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My heart was a storm of emotions. And my chest tightened as the memories flooded back — his little hands clutching mine as a boy, his laughter filling this very apartment, and the way he’d always called me his “favorite person.”
“But this is my home,” I said, my voice barely audible, almost a plea. “It’s where I have all my memories of Walter. Of you growing up.”
“I know,” he said, kneeling in front of me now, his eyes pleading. “But those memories don’t live in the walls, Grandma. They’re in your heart. And they’ll go with you wherever you go.”
I couldn’t stop the tears from spilling over. Each droplet carried years of love, loss, and unspoken fears.
“I just… I don’t know if I can leave it behind,” I admitted, my voice breaking like fragile glass.
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Jordan reached for my hand, holding it tightly — a gesture that transported me back to countless moments of comfort he’d given me over the years.
“You don’t have to decide right now,” he said gently. “But I need you to know that this isn’t about repaying me for anything. It’s about making sure you’re safe. And happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
A million questions danced behind my eyes, unasked and unspoken.
“I just want you to be okay, Grandma,” he said softly, his voice trembling as a single tear slid down his cheek. “Please, let me do this for you. I promise I’ll renovate the apartment, make it even better, so you can visit anytime you want. It’s not going anywhere… I’ll make sure of that.”
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Two weeks later, I stood in the middle of the little house Jordan had shown me. The garden was even more beautiful in person, with roses and daisies blooming in every corner. The air smelled like fresh earth and sunlight.
“Walter would have loved this,” I thought, a bittersweet smile playing on my lips.
Jordan was beside me, grinning like a kid who’d just won a prize.
“Well, do you like it?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
I took a deep breath, letting the moment sink in. The sunlight streaming through the windows felt like a gentle embrace, warming my soul.
“It’s perfect,” I said. Each word carried the weight of letting go and embracing something new, something I never thought I could.
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Jordan pulled me into a hug, holding me tightly, the warmth of his embrace grounding me. “I knew you’d love it,” he said, his smile soft and full of relief.
And he was right.
I never imagined leaving the apartment Walter and I had shared for so many years, the place where so many memories lived. But as I stood in my new little house, surrounded by the most beautiful garden and the love that Jordan poured into this gift, I understood something deeply: Home isn’t about the walls or the rooms. It’s about the people who make you feel safe, valued, and loved.
Jordan had given me that — a chance to start fresh while holding onto everything that truly mattered.
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What I thought was a heartbreaking moment turned into one of the greatest surprises of my life, and it reminded me of something important — Family isn’t just about taking care of each other; it’s about helping each other live the best life possible, even if it means making sacrifices along the way.
I’ll never forget how Jordan made me feel that day, especially on National Grandma’s Day. He made me feel more loved, more appreciated, and more hopeful than ever.
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