My dad’s voice message tore our family apart – I got even, but was the price too high?

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Mother’s Day was just around the corner and I texted my dad about getting stuff for my mom when suddenly I received a voice message from him. The problem was that message wasn’t meant for me.

I looked forward to surprising my mom for Mother’s Day. She deserved the finest things because she had always sacrificed so much for our family. From handling every household chore to preparing meals every single day, she made sure we were all loved, cared for, and well-fed.

Since I wanted both my dad and my brother to be involved in celebrating the day together with my mom, I texted dad. A few minutes later, I received a voice message from him, thinking he came up with ideas about a present that he wanted to share with me. But what I heard crushed my world.

“Hey, beautiful. I can’t wait to see you. I miss the warmth of your body next to mine,” he said. “Be ready, I’ll be at your place in minutes.”

I was shocked. Who was he sending such messages to?

I called him that very minute and asked him about the message. He didn’t seem to be bother that much. He just said not to tell my mom anything or I would regret it.

My own father was sending love message to another woman and he was threatening his own son.

Suddenly, he turned into a man I didn’t recognize.

That evening, as I sat in the kitchen with my mom, my dad entered and gave mom a gentle kiss.

I couldn’t even look him in the eyes, but he placed his hand on my shoulder and said we needed to talk.

Once we were alone, I asked him what was going on. But instead of an explanation, he handed me a $500 bill and said, “This is for your silence. Get yourself something nice and don’t cause any problems.”

I was disgusted by his words.

One think I was certain of was that I couldn’t lie to my own mother. She was made fool by the man she gave everything to, and I wasn’t going to let that continue.

I used the $500 to by food for Mother’s Day and invited all my family; my aunts and uncles, and my grandparents.

But just as the dinner was about to start, I said I wanted to propose a toast.

“Mom, you are the most caring and loving person I have ever met,” I said as I raised my glass. “We are all lucky to have you.”

My mom smiled and thanked me for my kind words.

“But,” I continued, as anger swell within me, “there’s something you all need to know about Dad.”

My dad’s face went pale. But even before he could say anything or stop me, I played the voice message he sent to me by mistake.

Hearing his words, my mom almost collapsed. Everyone else was in complete shock.

As they exchanged glances, I turned to my mom and said, “You deserve much better than this.”

My dad couldn’t defend himself. He tried to speak but no words came out. He stood there, embarrassed and guilty.

In the days to come, mom filed for divorce and asked him to leave the house that belonged to her.

What I learned was that he was now homeless, but honestly, he didn’t deserve anything better.

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Twenty years after burying my wife, she literally saved me from a stroke

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My wife, Taylor, was involved in a severe car accident. However, when the police contacted me and I arrived at the scene, she was nowhere to be found.

Authorities began an extensive search that involved helicopters, but there was no trace of Taylor. The car was there, all of her documents were there, but she wasn’t. The blood stains showed that she moved towards the woods, which made authorities assume she was attacked by wild animals.

Weeks turned into months and her mother forced me to organize a funeral for my wife. I was reluctant, but I finally agreed. As we laid an empty coffin in the ground, I believed I would get the closure I needed badly, but that didn’t happen.

I missed my wife every second of every day. She was my world, and now she was no longer part of my life.

I would spend my days wandering around, hoping to see a familiar face but to no avail. Then one day, as I was having my morning coffee at the local coffee shop, I suddenly felt my arm going numb. The next thing I remember was collapsing on the ground and hearing a voice that I recognized asking me, “What color is the sky?”

When I woke up, I was at the hospital, calling Taylor’s name over and over again. And yes, she was there, looking at me with an odd expression on her face. “Are you my husband?” she asked.

“Yes, Taylor, it’s me, Matthew, your husband,” I said as I reached for her hand, but she pulled it away from me.

Confused, she said she started having flashes about her life. She remembered my face, but she wasn’t sure if we were married.

In the days to come, she explained everything to me. She told me how a man named Alister found her and convinced her that the two were married. They lived in a secluded place, surrounded by few houses only and took care of a bunch of animals. She accepted that life as her own, but it was recently that she started remembering things.

When she saw me at the coffee shop that day, I looked familiar, and when I collapsed, she rushed to help me.

I told her about our life together and how I never loved anyone else. I never lost hope of finding her one day. The albums of our wedding day helped her remember even more.

But my wife wasn’t ready to be with me right away. She needed time to think about everything that had happened to her during the last 20 years.

We started slow. Coffee and lunch here and there, long conversations, and stolen glances that said more than words.

Eventually, we got back together and started our life all over. As of the man who lied to her, he was taken into custody. However, after he shared how his own wife died three years prior Taylor’s accident and he believed he was helping Taylor, she forgave him.

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Why Richard Gere decided to leave the US and relocate to Spain

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The American Gigolo star, Richard Gere, is saying his farewells to Hollywood.

75-year-old Gere revealed his plan to relocate to Madrid, Spain, with his wife Alejandra Silva and their children. The actor shared on the Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon that they are planning to move just in time to celebrate Thanksgiving there.

Speaking on why they decided to make the European move, Gere said, “My wife is Spanish and—is this a problem for anybody out there?” His words made some of the members of the audience gasp. “Of course I’ll be back!” he added.

According to him, his wife had given him an ultimatum about residing in the States and his time was up.

“My wife is Spanish and she gave me about seven years here, so we’re going to spend some years in Madrid,” he explained.

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The actor further added that his children are bilingual and that they would “flourish” in Spain.

“My wife, she grew up in a very big Spanish family, like a big Italian family,” he laughed.

“Her grandmother was kind of the glue that held that altogether, and the grandmother passed away about a year and a half ago, two years ago.

“So my wife, I can see her morphing into the new grandmother of this extended family. She’s already planning for, you know, 35 people for Sunday lunches.”

Speaking to Vanity Fair Spain earlier this year, the Runaway Bride star confessed that a possible move to Spain would help him get out of his comfort zone. His wife would get to be close to her family and friends, and their kids would get to know the culture better.

“For me, going to Madrid is going to be a great adventure,” he confessed back in April. “Because I have never lived full-time outside the United States,” he told the magazine.

In October, Gere sold his home in Connecticut for $10.7 million. He previously purchased the six-bedroom property from Grammy-winning singer Paul Simon in 2022 for $10.8 million.

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Richard Gere isn’t the sole American celebrity who moved places out of the States. Recently, TV show host Ellen Ellen DeGeneres and wife Portia de Rossi relocated to England.

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As a child, I saved a girl from a fire – Years later, I was shocked to see my childhood photo on my boss’s desk

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Monica Pop

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The memories of that scary experience and the smoke of the flames burning my lungs has been something I could never fully forget. Chunks of that faithful day haunted me long after I acted by pure instinct and ran into the burning house in an attempt to save the girl whose calls for help echoed throughout the neighborhood from the fire.

I’m still haunted by my neighbor’s voice yelling, “I called help already, don’t get inside. You are going to die.”

But as a 12-year-old boy, I didn’t think of any consequences. Everything I could think of at that moment was to get inside the house.

As I tried to make my way through the tiny window, I could hear my favorite jersey tearing apart. The palms of my hands were burnt, and I kept asking for the child inside to guide me to her with her voice through the fire.

After what seemed like an eternity, I spotted her under a wooden desk.

“I’m scared,” she kept repeating over and over again. “I’m scared too,” I said. “But we are going to make it out alive.”

She clung to me with her tiny hands. I thought to myself, “This girl isn’t older than eight.”

As I tried to lift her towards the tiny window, a heard someone saying, “I have her.” That same guy then pulled me out of the window and I collapsed in the ground, trying hard to gasp some fresh air.

“You are bravest young man I have ever seen,” one of the firefighters said to me and put his hat on my head. In the next moment, I was on my feet, with the girl I saved in my embrace, posing for a photo that would turn that moment into eternity.

Twenty-three years later, I still thought of the girl. Following the incident, I have never heard of her again. I always wondered how her life turned out and whether she thought of me as much as I thought of her.

What I didn’t know was that our paths would cross again in the most unexpected way over two decades after that fire.

That day, after a successful presentation on my emergency response system prototype that made an impression at the executives, I was about to meet my new boss; a woman named Linda. She was known for her bold decisions and for taking risks. Those who worked with her described her as a strict woman committed to her job entirely.

Once I got out of the elevator, a huge room full of office cubicles stretched out before me. “Welcome Mr. Eric,” the woman at the reception greeted me. “Follow me, please,” she said and guided me towards the corner office.

I felt a bit nervous because I didn’t know what to expect, but the moment I entered that office, my heart raced even more. On the wall, a familiar picture caught my eye. It was the photo of me as a 12-year-old boy and that little girl whose life I saved from the fire.

All the memories came flooding back like a restless river.

Linda, my boss, asked me if everything was alright. With a shaky voice I asked her why she had that photo there and where did she find it. She took it and went through the frame with her fingers. It felt as though she had done it plenty of times before.

“That’s me,” I barely uttered. “And you are the girl whose life I saved. I wondered what happened to you,” I said.

Looking straight into my eyes, Linda said, “Oh my God, it’s really you. I could never forget your eyes.”

Over time, we bonded through our job and our past experience.

We fall for one another and one day, we went to the place where we first met; the place of the devastating fire. Now, the empty space was covered in flowers and grass.

“This is where all started,” Linda said. “And this is where our new life begins,” I said as I got on one knee and proposed to her.

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You won’t believe why I overslept on my college entrance exam

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Monica Pop

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That evening, as I was getting ready to go to bed and have some good night sleep, I set my alarms just to be sure I won’t oversleep for my college entrance exam. It was my dream to become a doctor ever since my mom died of cancer. Becoming an oncologist would mean I could save people who battled the same disease, and I felt like it would be the biggest tribute I could pay to my late mom.

In the morning, I woke up without the sound of the alarms disturbing my sleep. But when I grabbed my phone, I realized my alarms were turned off. The entrance exam was starting in a matter of minutes and I was about to miss the only chance of ever enrolling medical school.

I put on my clothes and rushed downstairs. My stepmom, Linda, was having her morning coffee. I told her what had happened and begged her to take me to the exam center. Looking at me with a smile on her face, she said, “You should have set your alarm. But maybe this is a sign that you’re not cut out for med school.”

I couldn’t believe her words. It was as though she was glad I wouldn’t make it.

With no options left, I decided to walk, knowing there was no chance of ever getting on time.

But at that moment, I heard my little brother Jason saying, “Em, I got you covered. Help is on the way.”

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I could hear the sound of police sirens getting louder and louder.

“Em, it was Linda who turned your alarms off. I saw her entering your room during the night.”

Linda then turned to me and said she did it and she didn’t regret it because my dad paying for my medical school was nonsense.

She planned of opening a beauty salon and she believed my dad should have invested the money in her business venture.

At that moment, police knocked on the door and Jason explained the situation, begging them to help me get to my entrance exam on time. One of the officers, a kind woman full of understanding, asked Linda if what Jason said was true. Of course, she denied it.

The two officers looked at each other, and the woman said, “Well, we are here now and it’s our job to help people. Get in the car.”

When we got to the exam center, the exam was about to start. Luckily, something happened and it was delayed for a couple of minutes, but the doors were closed already.

One of the proctors noticed us and approached, looking confused. “Madam, the entrance exam is starting soon and you are late.”

I was still shaking and was unable to explain the reasons behind my lateness. Luckily, the officers stepped in and explained that I was sabotaged by a family member. The proctor’s stern face eased as he listened. He hesitated a bit, but he then nodded his head and let me take my seat.

A few hours later, I exited the entrance room relieved. I was proud of myself and my little brother who was my forever hero.

Once home, my dad gave me a hug and apologized for his wife’s actions. Jason had already explained everything to him, but he wanted to hear the story from me too.

As I spoke, he’s face grew red with anger. He turned to Linda and told her to pack her things. She didn’t belong there any longer, and although my dad was aware of that long before, this was the last straw.

She didn’t even try to apologize. It was obvious she wasn’t sorry and I didn’t feel any compassion for her.

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My granddaughter stayed for the summer, but her suitcase made me call her mom in shock

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My granddaughter wanted to spend the summer with me and my husband and we were excited to have her. Being just the two of us most of the year, Lily’s presence would come as a true refreshment.

I couldn’t wait to see how much she had grown during the past year. She was 13 already and being a teenager meant navigating new challenges. So, spending the summer with her granny and grandpa was supposed to be fun and relaxing, away from the school commitments and the pressures of teenage life.

When she finally arrived, I gave Lily a hug and asked her to give me her suitcase so I could unpack her. She thanked me and said she would go to the garden to see grandpa George.

When I started unpacking her, I was shocked by her clothes. There were no shirts and shorts of what I believed was normal and decent length. All I could see were tiny shorts and crop tops. On top of that, there were some perfumes and plenty of make-up.

“Why would a 13-year-old need make-up?” I thought to myself.

Worried, I decided to give my daughter Emily a call.

“Hey, mom,” she said with excitement. “Is Lily settling in?”

“Emily, we need to talk,” I said with a serious tone of voice. “I have just gone through Lily’s clothes. Her short look more like underwear than actual clothing,” I said, concerned. “Why would you let her wear something like this?”

Emily laughed. She said she didn’t like the way her daughter dressed either, but it was what everyone her age wore. “Times have changed, ma,” Emily said, assuring me that those outfits were the new normal among teenagers.

I couldn’t wrap my mind around Emily’s words. But she was Lily’s mother and she probably knew what was best for her daughter, so I let it go.

Later that day, as Lily was spending time in the garden, my husband made a comment about Lily’s outfit and asked if we should do something about it.

“I have talked to Emily already and she didn’t seem to mind her daughter’s style,” I said. “We better not interfere any further.”

But George convinced me to talk to Lily that night, and I listened to him.

When I entered Lily’s room, she was reading her book and welcomed me in.

I asked her what was about her clothes and she said that all her friends dressed that way and she just wanted to fit in.

I understood her, and asked her not to let lose herself following trends.

My granddaughter assured me she wouldn’t, saying she was the same Lily from before, only her style has changed.

Thinking about it, I realized that times have really changed, and my Lily only wanted to be trendy. Then I remembered how my own mother went mad when I was young and asked her to get me some go-go boots.

I shared that story with my granddaughter and she laughed, asking to see me wear those go-go boots. I got some old photo albums that she enjoyed flipping the pages of.

One of them showed George’s handlebar mustache from the 70s. “What were you thinking grandpa,” Lily laughed. “That was fashionable back then,” George answered as he patted Lily on the head.

The next day, when Lily and I were making my famous apple pie and George peeled the apples for us, he and I looked at each other and secretly agreed that no matter what she wore, Lily was still our loving granddaughter. Her character, her kindness, and her respect and love for us remained the same.

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My father kicked me out for his 35-year-old stepson who wanted my room, but karma struck back

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Monica Pop

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I was deep into my books at the university library when my phone rang. It was my father. I could sense something wasn’t right because he never called me to chat. “Come home right away,” he said, and before I had the chance to ask what was going on, he hung up on me.

I was tense and hurried towards my car while my books kept slipping from my hands.

Before I knew, I was at my dad’s doorstep, wondering what was so urgent.

He opened the door and as I entered I saw my stepmom, Linda, and her son, Jacob sitting on the couch.

“Listen Emma,” my father started speaking. “Jacob needs a place to stay for a while and since his old room is now Linda’s office, he’ll be taking your room.”

His words came as a shock to me. “But dad, where would I stay then?”

“You are a smart girl, Emma, you can live on the campus. You’ll figure something out.”

But no, I couldn’t live on campus full-time because I had to study and I barely found time for my part-job that was supposed to help me save up some money for the following semester. But my dad didn’t seem to care.

He was more concerned for his 35-year-old stepson who had wasted every chance ever given to him by my dad and my step-mom.

Devastated but determined to navigate throughout the rough period that followed, I found another job. I spent my days working and studied during the nights. I could barely stand on my feet, but I knew I needed to show everyone that I would succeed.

Over time, I managed to save up some money and rented a small apartment at the outskirts of the city. I was incredibly proud of myself.

One day, as I was getting ready for university, I got a call from my stepmom. She sounded worried and as though she was crying. “Emma, please come home, we lost the house.”

She didn’t tell me any details, but I could sense Jacob was behind whatever happened to my parents’ home.

And I was right. When I arrived, a scene of wreckage unfolded in front of my eyes. The house burnt down and firefighters were trying to save whatever belongings they could.

My father, with tears rolling down his eyes, said he was sorry for taking my room from me. If hadn’t done it, none of this would have happened.

It turned out Jacob threw a party while my dad and Linda were at the lake and one of his friends was smoking and accidentally set the curtains on fire.

“You made your choices, dad,” I said. But still, I felt sorry for him and Linda who begged me to help them as they dealt with the aftermath of the fire and worked out the insurance and rebuilding plans.

Part of me wanted to let them deal with the mess they created themselves, but another part knew I needed to help them.

My apartment was small, but it was all I could offer and we managed to find a rhythm. I told my dad and Linda that I wanted to be treated with the respect I deserved.

On the weekends, the three of us went at the site and saw the new house being built brick by brick, as slowly and as steadily as our relationship.

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I overheard my MIL saying, ‘She won’t find out who you really are’ while babysitting my son

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Monica Pop

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From the moment my son Ethan was welcomed into the world, my MIL showed affection towards him, but that affection could easily be mistaken with obsession.

She convinced me she could take care of him better than I could because I was an inexperienced new mom. I didn’t think much about it and I didn’t get mad because I knew she loved him and wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

Over time, however, her comments started bothering me. She criticized the way I fed him and kept repeating that he looked exactly like her son.

One day, she said Ethan resembled someone she had known forever. These words gave me chills, but I tried not to think about what she had to say.

When I was about to return to work and said I needed to hire a babysitter, my husband’s mom offered to babysit him. Although I felt uneasy, I still agreed because I knew that beside her awkward behavior around him, she loved him.

One day, I finished work earlier than usual and decided to buy some cookies and go home to my MIL, Margaret, and Ethan.

As I approached the nursery, I saw her cradling him in the rocking chair. But just as I was about to greet them, I heard her saying, “Don’t worry… She won’t find out who you really are.”

I felt chills going down my spine. What was she talking about?

“You’ll always be safe with me,” she continued. “I won’t let her ruin this. She doesn’t know, and she never will.”

“Margaret,” I said. “What have you just said?”

“Oh, I was just talking to Ethan,” she answered, aware I heard her words.

“What do you mean I won’t know who he really is? Tell me right away.”

Margaret felt overwhelmed. Realizing I wouldn’t let go, she reached to her purse and handed me an old photo of two newborn babies wrapped in matching blankets.

“Who are these babies, Margaret,” I asked in confusion.

It was then that my MIL told me my husband had a twin brother who only lived for three days.

The photo showed my husband, Peter, and his late twin brother James.

“But Peter never told me he had a brother,” I said. “That’s because he doesn’t know that. I didn’t want him to live with that pain,” Margaret said.

She believed Ethan was her late son James. She claimed he came to her again and asked me not to take that from her.

“You don’t understand. I lost James. And now, I have him back,” she said.

I told her her relationship with my son wasn’t a healthy one, but she wouldn’t listen.

Not knowing what to do, I asked her to leave and told Peter everything that night.

He was shocked. It was the first time he heard he had a twin brother. We both agreed that Margaret needed professional help.

The next day, we invited her over and told her she needed to start seeing a therapist if she ever wanted to be around Ethan again.

Both Peter and I were aware that my MIL carried her grief in her heart for so long.

“When I look at Ethan, I see James. I can’t help it. It’s like… it’s like he’s back,” she said, but agreed to start teraphy.

It took some time before Margaret was able to face her issue. The weight she carried began to lift, and she slowly saw Ethan for who he truly was.

Eventually, I was confident with leaving Ethan with her.

Margaret thanked me for giving her a chance to heal.

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I was shocked. Who was he sending such messages to?

My dad’s face went pale. But even before he could say anything or stop me, I played the voice message he sent to me by mistake.

I missed my wife every second of every day. She was my world, and now she was no longer part of my life.

We started slow. Coffee and lunch here and there, long conversations, and stolen glances that said more than words.

According to him, his wife had given him an ultimatum about residing in the States and his time was up.

After what seemed like an eternity, I spotted her under a wooden desk.

What I didn’t know was that our paths would cross again in the most unexpected way over two decades after that fire.

All the memories came flooding back like a restless river.

It was then that my MIL told me my husband had a twin brother who only lived for three days.

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