Caroline got a job as a cleaning lady in New York and went to her first assignment. It was a beautiful house in Manhattan, but she was shocked to find a picture of her mother in the office. Then, a man walked in.
Caroline had recently moved to New York with her friend, Melissa, to chase their Broadway dreams. Before they could find an apartment, they needed jobs. Melissa got a position at a clothing store, and Caroline was hired by a domestic cleaning agency.
The job was perfect for her. It wasn’t too demanding, and she enjoyed cleaning because it helped her relax. Plus, if no one was home, she could practice her singing.
Caroline couldn’t stop thinking about her mother before starting her first job. Her mother, Helen, had never wanted Caroline to follow her dreams or live in New York.
Caroline grew up in Philadelphia and didn’t have a father, as Helen never talked about him. Helen also had a strong dislike for New York and had always been overprotective of Caroline, which made her feel trapped.
When Caroline and Melissa planned their move, Caroline knew her mother would not approve. She worried Helen might even fake being sick to make her stay. But Caroline was determined to pursue her dreams, so she left a short note on her mother’s dresser while Helen was asleep and left.
It had been a few days, and Helen hadn’t called, which felt strange, but Caroline thought her mother was probably just angry. She hoped Helen would come around once she made it on Broadway. For now, Caroline focused on her cleaning job.
The agency director had told her that an older man lived in the house alone, so it wasn’t very messy. Following the instructions, Caroline used the key under the mat to enter the house and started cleaning right away, beginning with the kitchen, then the living room, and finally moving to the bedroom.
Caroline was nearly finished with her cleaning when she noticed a photo of her mother on the office mantelpiece. She hesitated before asking, “I’m almost done, sir. But may I ask a question? Who is this woman?”
She was standing at the entrance of the serious-looking office. There were no instructions against entering, so she carefully continued her work, avoiding the desk area.
The office was impressive, with a beautiful fireplace, a mantelpiece, and large bookshelves lining one wall. It looked like something from a movie.
Caroline quickly and thoroughly cleaned the office but stopped when she saw the photo on the mantelpiece. The woman in the picture looked like her mother, but much younger. She wondered aloud, “Why is my mother in this man’s pictures?”
Just then, she heard footsteps, and an older man entered the room. “Oh, hello there! You must be the new cleaning lady. I’m Richard Smith. I own this house,” he said with a friendly smile. “Are you finished in here?”
Caroline replied, “I’m almost done, sir. But may I ask a question?” She hesitated, hoping he wouldn’t mind her asking about the photo. “Who is this woman?”
Richard put on his glasses and looked at the photo. “Ah yes. That’s Helen. She was the love of my life,” he said.
Caroline’s curiosity was piqued. “What happened to her?” she asked.
Richard sighed, “She died in a bus crash. She was pregnant at the time. I couldn’t even go to her funeral because her mother hated me. It was a tough time. I tried to move on, but I never really did. I still love and miss her.”
Caroline felt a chill. “Sir, I’m sorry to intrude, and thank you for sharing that. But this woman… she looks so much like my mother. It’s incredible.”
Richard looked confused. “What do you mean?”
Caroline explained, “Well, my mother, also named Helen, looks just like this woman. Of course, she’s older now, but the resemblance is striking. I’m almost sure this is her,” she said, pointing to the photograph.
Richard asked Caroline, “Helen? Your mother’s name is Helen? Where did you grow up?”
“Philadelphia,” Caroline replied, shrugging. She suddenly realized that if the woman in the photo was her mother, this man might be her father.
Richard put his hands over his mouth in shock. “This can’t be possible…” he whispered. “Can I have your mother’s phone number?”
“Sure,” Caroline said and gave it to him.
“Can you stay here while I call her?” Richard asked. Caroline agreed.
Richard made the call from his office phone. After a few rings, her mother’s voice came on the line. “Hello? Is it you, Caroline?”
Richard glanced at Caroline but spoke first. “Is this Helen Geller?”
“Yes. Who am I speaking to?” Helen responded from the other end.
Richard’s voice wavered with emotion as he said, “Helen, it’s Richard.”
“Helen, who? Wait a minute. Richard Morris? What do you want after all these years?” Helen’s voice became cold.
Caroline and Richard looked at each other, puzzled. Richard pressed on, “What do you mean after all these years? I thought you were dead!”
“What?” Helen replied, confused.
Richard explained that he had lost Helen and their unborn baby in an accident. He told her how her mother had kept him away from the funeral and didn’t tell him anything afterward. But Helen was baffled and told him her side of the story.
“My mother said you called and decided you wanted nothing to do with me. So I raised my daughter on my own,” Helen explained. Caroline was stunned by this unexpected twist.
Richard continued, “Helen, I would never have left you. I never moved on. I’ve thought about you and our baby every day. I’ve been in pain for almost twenty years.”
Helen was silent. Then she said, “I can’t believe Mom would do this. But that was her way. I don’t know what to do now. Wait. How did you find out I’m still alive?”
Caroline spoke up, “Mom, I’m here.” She quickly explained what had happened and assured her mother that she was okay in New York.
Helen was in disbelief. “I can’t even ask my mother why she did something so cruel. She passed away years ago. But anyway, when are you coming back home, Caroline?”
Caroline replied, “I’m not coming back until I make it on Broadway. And now, I have another reason to stay here.” She glanced at Richard with a small smile.
Helen said, “Fine, but I’m coming to New York soon,” and then hung up. Richard and Caroline stared at each other in silence for a moment before speaking.
“So, I guess you’re my dad,” Caroline said with a smile. Richard laughed, and that helped them start to connect.
What can we learn from this story?
1. Let your children follow their dreams. Caroline left because her mother was too protective. It’s important to guide your children but let them make their own choices.
2. Sometimes, parents don’t always have your best interests at heart. Helen’s mother did something awful to both Helen and Richard, and they might never know why.
3. Share this story with your friends. It might brighten their day and inspire them.
My MIL Sent Me a Huge Box for My Birthday – When I Opened It, Both My Husband and I Went Pale
My mother-in-law tried spoiling my birthday by sending me something horrendous as a gift. But this time, I refused to take her bullying and abuse, and with my husband’s help, I finally got revenge and the upper hand.
Two weeks ago, there was a knock at the door after lunch, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. The day, which happened to be my birthday, had started beautifully as I received calls from friends, warm hugs from family, and lots of love from my husband and our child. But little did I know that it was about to get messed up in a big way!
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Mark was in the kitchen, wiping down the counters while our baby napped upstairs. I opened the door to find a delivery man holding a massive carton wrapped in bright, cheery paper. It was almost comical how oversized the box was, taking up nearly the entire doorway.
“Who on earth…?” I muttered to myself stunned as I helped the delivery man maneuver the box inside. Mark walked in, curious.
“Wow, that’s a big one! Who’s it from?” he asked, leaning against the wall with a slight smile.
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I shrugged, equally perplexed. As I started to untie the ribbon and peel back the wrapping paper, a small note slipped out and fluttered to the floor. I picked it up, instantly recognizing the handwriting. My heart sank.
“From the wonderful woman who gifted you a husband.”
I read it aloud, my voice tinged with disbelief. My husband’s smile faltered, and he took the note from me, frowning.
“It’s from your mother,” I said, my voice flat.
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A quick flash of tension tightened Mark’s features before he masked it with a reassuring grin. “Maybe it’s not as bad as you think, Jane,” he suggested, trying to stay positive.
I wanted to believe him, but my gut told me otherwise. From the moment we met, my mother-in-law (MIL), Linda, made no secret of her disdain and dislike for me. It wasn’t anything overt at first, just small, cutting remarks.
“Oh, you work in marketing? How… quaint,” she would say, with that half-smirk of hers. “My son deserves someone who can match his intellect, don’t you think?”
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Over time, the comments became more pointed, especially after Mark and I got married.
“You know, in our family, we value tradition. A woman’s place is at home, taking care of her husband and children. I hope you’re up for the task, dear,” she’d say. She also never missed a chance to remind me of my modest background.
And when I had our baby, her disapproval only deepened. She never visited us at the hospital, nor did she come by when we got home. Instead, she sent a terse email: “I trust that you’re both managing, though I can’t say I’m thrilled about the influence you’ll have on my grandchild.”
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Mark tried to brush off her words, insisting she didn’t mean them the way they sounded. But they stung all the same. Now, with this enormous box in front of me, I was shocked and felt a knot of anxiety twist in my stomach. Was this her attempt at making peace? Or was it another passive-aggressive jab?
“Go on, open it,” Mark urged gently, though I could hear the unease in his voice.
With trembling hands, I tore off the rest of the wrapping paper, revealing a plain, nondescript box underneath. I hesitated for a moment before opening the flaps. The sight that greeted me made my heart drop.
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I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Inside was a mountain of clothes that were massive, outdated, and frankly, repulsive. They were all sized 3X and 4X. They were the kind of clothes that might have been fashionable fifty years ago, and that was being generous!
The fabric was dirty, frayed at the edges, and reeked of mildew, as if they had been stored in a damp basement for decades.
Linda’s birthday gift to Jane | Source: Midjourney
My hands shook as I realized what this was, a cruel, calculated insult. Linda wasn’t only mocking my modest background; she was trying to humiliate me in the most personal way possible!
Standing beside me, Mark turned pale as he took in the sight of the clothes. Without a word, he grabbed his phone and dialed his mother’s number immediately, his face hardening with each ring.
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When she answered, my husband didn’t waste any time! “Mom, what have you done!?” he snapped, putting the phone on speaker so I could hear both sides of the conversation. There was a moment of silence before Linda’s voice came through, cold and dismissive.
“What’s the matter, Mark? Don’t you appreciate a thoughtful gift?”
“A thoughtful gift? Are you kidding me?” Mark’s voice was rising now, a mix of anger and disbelief. “You intentionally sent my wife a box of rags that wouldn’t even fit a circus clown! What are you trying to do?”
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“I’m not trying to do anything, Mark. I simply thought Jane could use some new clothes,” Linda replied, her tone dripping with false innocence.
“New clothes? These are relics from the Stone Age! And they’re not even her size, Mom. This is disgusting!” Mark was shouting now, his face flushed with anger.
I stood there, feeling a mix of emotions. I felt hurt, anger, and something else I couldn’t quite place. Was it relief? Relief that Mark was finally seeing his mother for who she really was?
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Linda’s voice turned icy. “You’re overreacting. I just thought she might appreciate something different. It’s not my fault she has such simple tastes.”
My husband’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t about taste, Mom. This is about respect, something you clearly lack for Jane! I’m done with your games!”
He hung up the phone abruptly, his hands still trembling with rage. He turned to me, his expression softening as he comforted me. “Jane, I’m so sorry. I had no idea she would do something like this.”
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I swallowed hard, trying to steady my emotions. The hurt and anger I felt were overwhelming. “It’s not your fault, babe.” My MIL wasn’t being petty; she had made a calculated move to humiliate me on my special day! I couldn’t let her get away with this.
It was time for her to learn that her actions have consequences. When my husband saw the resolve in my eyes, to my surprise, he said, “Let’s teach her a lesson!” The plan we came up with was risky, but we felt it was the only way to show her I wouldn’t take her bullying anymore.
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We spent the next few hours documenting every item in that box. I took photos of each piece of clothing, ensuring I captured every stain, every tear, and every sign of neglect. I wanted to ensure there was no denying what Linda had sent me.
As we repacked the box, I suddenly had an idea. “Let’s add a little something extra,” I said, my voice laced with mischief. Together, we found a framed photo of the three of us: Mark, our baby, and me smiling and happily.
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I penned a note to go with it to send a specific message: “We may not fit your perfect image, but we are a family, and you can’t tear us apart.”
The next day, Mark called his father and sister, explaining what had happened. His father, always the peacemaker, sighed heavily. “I’m not surprised. She’s been like this for as long as I’ve known her. But this… this is a new low.”
His sister, Melanie, was more vocal. “That woman has lost it! I’m so sorry, Jane. She’s been unbearable lately. It’s time someone put her in her place.”
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With their support, we set our plan into motion. We invited Linda over under the pretense of a casual late birthday celebration, hoping she’d take the bait. To our relief, she accepted, no doubt expecting another opportunity to exert her control.
When the day arrived, Linda walked in with her usual air of superiority. We led her to her seat, and in front of her was a photo album with all the dirty clothes she’d gifted me cataloged. Curiosity made her open the album, and she gasped when she realized what she was looking at.
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“What is this?” she asked Mark.
“Don’t you recognize them? It’s the clothes you gave to Jane for her birthday. We decided to regift them to you.”
“I… I don’t remember gifting her any clothes,” she tried lying as her husband and daughter listened and watched closely.
Having anticipated that she’d try denying what she did, we asked her to follow us into the living room. She froze when she saw the massive box sitting in the middle. It was wrapped in the same paper she had used.
Linda shocked to see the wrapped up gift she sent Jane | Source: Midjourney
“Surprise!” I said with the same fake smile she always used around me. “We wanted to thank you for your generous gift, so we decided to give it back to you improved!” Linda’s eyes darted between the box and the gathered family, clearly confused.
Mark’s father and sister watched her curiously, waiting for her reaction. “Go ahead, open it and show them exactly what you got my wife for her birthday,” my husband encouraged, crossing his arms over his chest.
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Linda hesitated, but with everyone’s eyes on her, she had no choice. She tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box, her face draining of color as she recognized the clothes she had sent me. Then, she found the framed photo, her note to me, and another letter.
Her face flushed with anger, her hands shaking as she clutched the picture. “What is this?” she demanded, her voice wavering between shock and fury.
“It’s a reminder that no matter how much you try to belittle me, I’m not going anywhere. Mark and I are a team, and we’re raising our child in a home filled with love, not hate.”
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Stepping forward, my husband added, “You can either be a part of that or stay away. But we won’t tolerate any more of your games.” Mark’s sister, Melanie, grabbed the note my mother had included in her “gift” to me and handed it to her father.
Mark’s dad read it and shook his head in disappointment. “This is low, Linda. Even for you.”
Melanie nodded in agreement, her expression one of solidarity. “You’ve gone too far, Mom. It’s time to stop.”
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Linda stood there, speechless, her gaze shifting from the box to the faces of her family. She realized she was outnumbered, outmaneuvered, and exposed. There was no coming back from this.
Mark took a step closer, his voice firm. “If you ever do something like this again, Mom, you won’t be welcome in our lives. You need to decide what’s more important to you: your pride or your family.”
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Linda’s shoulders slumped as she muttered a barely audible apology. She quickly gathered her things and left the house. The door closed behind her with a finality that signaled the end of her reign of terror.
In the days that followed, she made a few tentative attempts at reconciliation, her messages laced with what seemed like genuine regret. But only time would tell if she truly meant them.
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As for me, I’d never felt more empowered. I managed to turn her cruelty back on her. And the best part? The rest of the family finally saw her for who she was! She might have thought she was clever, but in the end, I was the one who had the last laugh.
And that, my friends, is how I got sweet, epic revenge on my MIL without even breaking a sweat!
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If that story had you brimming with anger, then you’ll love this one about a MIL who doesn’t want her daughter to get back to work after going on maternity leave to take care of her first child. The MIL’s son-in-law faced her down and taught her a valuable lesson when the older woman tried to meddle.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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