John and Mary were a conservative couple who strongly believed that boys were more important than girls. They had two kids—Junior, their son, and Lydia, their daughter. From the start, they treated Junior as the favorite, giving him more attention and love while ignoring Lydia.
Everyone in their neighborhood knew about John and Mary’s old-fashioned views. They openly favored Junior, thinking that as the son, he deserved everything. Lydia, on the other hand, was often overlooked and made to feel unimportant.
As Lydia grew older, she became tired of being treated this way. Eventually, she decided to leave home to live her own life, away from her parents’ favoritism.
Meanwhile, Junior grew up spoiled and entitled. Since he had always been given whatever he wanted, he didn’t learn responsibility or respect. Over time, he became a burden to John and Mary. He was always in trouble, making their lives difficult.
In the end, the couple realized their mistake. They had pushed away their daughter, who could have brought joy to their lives, and now, they were stuck dealing with the consequences of spoiling their son. Karma had finally caught up to them.
Lydia often felt like she was invisible to her parents, only noticed when chores needed to be done. While Junior was showered with love, gifts, and attention, Lydia’s needs were often dismissed. One day, she approached her mother with a simple request.
“Mom, my last pair of good pants just got ripped,” Lydia said hesitantly. “Can I have some money to buy a new pair?”
Her mother barely looked up. “No, you can’t,” she replied curtly. “We just bought your brother a new PlayStation console, and it wasn’t cheap. You’ll have to make do with what you have for now.”
Lydia stood there in silence, hurt and frustrated. This wasn’t the first time her needs were pushed aside for Junior’s luxuries, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. While her brother received expensive gifts, she couldn’t even get a basic necessity like clothes. It was clear to Lydia that, in her parents’ eyes, her brother’s happiness mattered more than hers.
As Lydia grew older, her situation only worsened. That same day, her mother handed her a pair of scissors and instructed her to cut off her pants at the knees to hide the tear. “There,” her mother said, satisfied with the quick fix. “Now no one will know.”
This moment was just another reminder of how little her needs mattered in the household. Over time, her brother Junior received even more attention, privileges, and gifts, while Lydia was still expected to do all the chores around the house. She became the family’s housemaid, responsible for cleaning up after everyone and ensuring things ran smoothly.
Junior noticed how much power he had over their parents and quickly began to take advantage of it. He would order Lydia around, treating her like a servant. And when Lydia stood up for herself or got into an argument with him, their parents always took Junior’s side. They punished her to keep him happy, even if he was at fault.
Lydia felt trapped. She was constantly pushed aside and disrespected, but no one seemed to care. All she could do was endure, hoping for a day when things might change.
The tension between Lydia and Junior grew worse as time passed. One day, in a heated argument, Junior let slip the cruelest words Lydia had ever heard from him.
“I hate you, Lydia! It would’ve been better if I were the only child. Then Mom and Dad wouldn’t have to waste time on you!”
Lydia was hurt but refused to back down. “I wish that too, Junior! Then maybe you’d have to clean up your own mess instead of bossing me around, or better yet, let Mom and Dad do it for you!”
Her sharp reply only made Junior angrier. He stormed off, filled with even more resentment. Lydia knew that standing up for herself would always make things harder at home, but she refused to let her brother crush her spirit.
The only time she truly felt peace was during the summers when she stayed with her grandfather. Those visits were her escape from the constant fighting and unfair treatment. Her grandfather treated her with love and respect, giving her the care her parents never did. It was her only reprieve in a world where she felt invisible.
Lydia’s parents barely reacted to her decision to stay longer with her granddad. “Alright, if that’s what you want,” her dad said indifferently. It was clear they were more focused on Junior’s needs and activities, and Lydia staying away seemed to be one less thing for them to worry about.
At her grandfather’s house, Lydia found a new sense of peace and freedom. Her granddad adored her and gave her the love and attention she had always craved. He took her shopping, and for the first time in a long time, Lydia had new clothes that made her feel good about herself. It was a small but powerful gesture that showed her how much her granddad truly cared.
As the days passed, Lydia became more sure of her decision. Life with her grandfather was so much better than the life she had left behind. The thought of returning home to serve her brother and be ignored by her parents no longer appealed to her.
One day, while chatting with her granddad, Lydia made a bold choice. “Grandpa, I don’t want to go back home. I want to stay here with you.”
Her grandfather smiled warmly. “You’re always welcome here, Lydia. This is your home now if you want it to be.”
With that, Lydia finally felt the love and stability she had been missing for so long. She no longer felt like the forgotten child, and for the first time, she felt truly free.
Lydia had hoped her parents would miss her, or at least show some concern, but their enthusiasm for her staying away hurt more than she expected. Their quick agreement, especially her father’s eagerness to send over her things, made it clear how little they valued her presence.
Despite the pain, Lydia chose to focus on the positive aspects of living with her granddad. She thrived under his care, enjoying the freedom to be herself and the love he showered on her. Over time, she stopped waiting for her parents to call. When they did, the conversations were short and felt distant, more like formalities than genuine check-ins.
Their calls, once frequent, eventually dropped to just two per month. Lydia accepted the reality — her parents had always favored her brother, and that wasn’t going to change. But in her grandfather, she found the family she had always deserved, and for the first time, she felt at peace with her new life.
Lydia was heartbroken once again. Her parents had always put Junior first, and now they were denying her a place to stay because they believed in his future as a musician. “So, where am I supposed to go?” she asked, holding back tears.
“Maybe you can stay with your grandpa for a while,” her mother suggested casually. “He’s always been good to you.”
Lydia realized then that no matter how hard she tried, her parents would never prioritize her. It had always been about Junior, and it wasn’t going to change. She hung up the phone, feeling more alone than ever.
Fortunately, her grandfather welcomed her with open arms, just as he always had. He provided her with a place to stay and encouraged her to keep going. “You don’t need them, Lydia. You’ve always been strong, and you’ll make your own way in life,” he told her.
Lydia decided to focus on building her career and future, knowing that her worth wasn’t tied to her parents’ approval. Meanwhile, Junior continued to chase his dreams, with his parents backing him at every step. But fate had other plans for him.
Lydia could sense their sudden change in tone. After years of neglect, her parents were now reaching out—but only because they had heard about the inheritance.
“I’m fine, Dad,” Lydia responded, keeping her emotions in check.
“We heard about your grandpa’s passing, and we’re so sorry we couldn’t make it to the funeral,” her father said. “It must have been a tough time for you. Anyway, we also heard about the inheritance… and we were thinking it would be great if you could share some of that with your family, especially Junior. You know how much potential he has.”
Her mother chimed in, “It would really help him launch his music career. We all made sacrifices for him, Lydia, and this could be your way of helping him succeed.”
Lydia couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all the years of neglect, they still saw her only as a way to support Junior. But this time, things were different. Lydia had finally learned to value herself, thanks to her grandfather’s love and support.
“I’m sorry, but I won’t be giving any of the money to Junior,” Lydia said firmly. “Grandpa left it to me because he believed in me, not because he wanted me to fund someone else’s dreams. I’m going to use it to build my own life.”
Her parents were taken aback. “Lydia, don’t be selfish,” her mother snapped. “Family helps family.”
Lydia took a deep breath. “Family should support each other, but you never supported me. I’ve spent enough time being ignored and overlooked. Now, it’s my turn to live for myself.”
With that, Lydia hung up, feeling a new sense of freedom. She knew she didn’t need her parents’ approval anymore. She had everything she needed to build a future on her own terms, and she knew her grandpa would be proud.
Lydia was stunned by her mother’s bluntness. After years of being overlooked and neglected, her family’s priorities were clearer than ever. They had never really cared about her—they only saw her as someone to help Junior.
“That’s why you called?” Lydia asked, her voice heavy with disbelief.
“Of course, why else would we call? You’re obviously doing fine,” her mother responded, completely unfazed.
In that moment, Lydia realized that she had been holding on to the hope that her parents would eventually see her worth. But now, it was clear they never would. They only cared about Junior’s success, not her well-being.
“No, Mom,” Lydia said firmly. “I won’t be sending any money. This is the last time you’ll treat me like this.”
Her mother huffed, “Lydia, don’t be ridiculous. Family helps each other.”
“Family *should* help each other,” Lydia replied. “But you’ve only ever helped Junior. I’m done being ignored.”
With that, Lydia hung up the phone and made the decision to cut ties with her family. She moved on with her life, determined to build her future on her own terms, free from the toxic expectations that had weighed her down for so long. It was a difficult choice, but it was the only way she could truly live for herself.
Years after severing ties with her family, Lydia received a surprising call from her parents. They wanted to apologize for the way they had treated her, but Lydia was wary. She suspected there was more to their message.
“Why have you really reached out to me?” Lydia asked, her voice calm but firm.
Her mother’s voice trembled with desperation. “Your brother stole a huge amount of money from the family safe and has disappeared. We are penniless and we need your help!”
Lydia felt a mix of emotions—anger, sadness, and a touch of sympathy. Despite the pain and resentment she had felt over the years, she chose to extend a gesture of forgiveness.
“I’ll send you some money to help you get back on your feet,” Lydia said. “But I need you to understand this: I’m not coming to your aid again. You need to learn from this. I forgive you, but I won’t forget how you treated me.”
Her parents thanked her profusely, but Lydia knew the forgiveness was as much for her own peace of mind as it was for them. She hoped this would be a lesson for them, and she moved forward, determined to maintain her boundaries while continuing to build a life she was proud of.
Never play favorites with your children. John and Mary chose to favor their son, Junior, while neglecting their daughter, Lydia. This favoritism led to Junior becoming spoiled and selfish, eventually causing his parents a great deal of pain.
Forgiveness isn’t easy, but it’s important. Lydia could have left her parents struggling for all the years they ignored her, but she chose to forgive them and help them financially. By taking the higher road, she maintained her own peace of mind and gave her parents a chance to realize their mistakes. Forgiveness can make a big difference.
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At 50, I was ridiculed by a young colleague, but I ended up teaching her a valuable lesson
At 50, I thought my career was behind me. But when I joined a fast-paced startup, I quickly became the target of a young colleague’s jealousy. What unfolded was more than a battle for respect. It led to a shocking twist that changed everything.
Losing my husband left me feeling like a ship adrift. The days blurred together, and it seemed impossible to find purpose again.
The psychology degree I’d tucked away years ago suddenly seemed like my last lifeline. So, I dusted it off and decided it was time to use it in my 50s.
When I landed an internship at an IT startup, I could hardly believe it. Technology wasn’t exactly my field.
But I thought, “Why not? Maybe this is the fresh start I need.”
My new boss, Liam, was 28. Sharp, ambitious, and a bit too focused on one thing. Success. Profits, growth, numbers.
People? Not so much.
During our first meeting, Liam barely looked at me. I could feel the skepticism rolling off him.
“So, I was thinking,” I began cautiously. “It might help if we focus on building stronger connections within the tea…”
Liam interrupted me, “We’re growing fast. I need results. What exactly are you suggesting?”
“Well, it’s about creating a balance.”
“You’re an intern, right? Just listen and repeat,” he said, already turning back to his laptop.
That was it. The conversation’s over. I left the office feeling deflated.
Maybe I am too old for this.
I needed a fresh perspective, so I called Jake my best friend.
Jake had always been the one to pull me through, even in my darkest moments. After my husband passed away, there were days when I couldn’t even get out of bed. But Jake was there, encouraging me when I couldn’t see past the grief.
We agreed to meet at our usual spot, a quiet café around the corner from my place. It was one of those cozy spots where time seemed to slow down.
Jake was already there when I arrived.
“Hey, Mary. You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind,” Jake said, waving me over.
I sat down. “I don’t know, Jake. This new job… It’s harder than I thought. Liam’s young, and he’s all about numbers and profits.”
“Liam, huh? The 28-year-old boss you told me about?”
I sighed. “Yeah. He’s not focused on people. I suggested some ideas, but he brushed them off.”
“Sounds like he’s missing the bigger picture,” Jake replied. “You’ve been through a lot. You know how to bring people together, how to help them connect. Why not use that?”
I looked at him, confused.
“What do you mean?”
“Remember that emotional support program you wrote as your thesis? Why not offer that as the team-building event? It’s what you know best, and it works.”
I thought for a moment. He was right. The program had given me back my strength after losing my husband.
“Maybe you’re onto something,” I said, a bit more hopeful. “I’ll pitch the idea to Liam.”
Jake grinned. “Now you’re talking. And remember, if anyone can get through to a guy like him, it’s you.”
With renewed confidence, I approached Liam the next day. After explaining the team-building event, I watched his face, hoping for some spark of interest.
“Alright, Mary. Let’s give it a shot,” Liam said, though his voice lacked the enthusiasm I’d hoped for.
“Thanks, Liam. I’ll make sure the team will benefit from it.”
Suddenly, my eyes caught Lora, who’d been standing just outside the office, clearly eavesdropping on our conversation. She stepped into my path before I could walk by.
“Team-building, huh? Sounds like a big project,” she said, her eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite place.
“It should be a good way to get everyone more connected,” I said, trying to stay upbeat despite the uncomfortable tension I felt with her.
“Liam agreed to this? Surprising, he’s not really into this soft stuff.”
I shrugged lightly. “He’s willing to try, so that’s something.”
She paused for a moment, then smiled again, a little too brightly.
“Hey, since you’ll be busy organizing all the activities, why don’t I handle the logistics? I’m good at that kind of thing.”
There was something about the way she said it that made me hesitate. Still, I didn’t want to come across as untrusting, especially since I was new.
“That will be helpful,” I said. “Thanks, Lora.”
“No problem! I’ll take care of everything.”
I had no idea at the time that she had her own agenda. I was just grateful for the help.
The day of the team-building event was supposed to be my chance to prove myself. But when I arrived at the venue, there was nothing. No decorations, no people, and no sign that an event was planned.
Something was wrong. As I stood there, staring at the empty space, my phone rang. It was Liam.
“Mary, where are you? Everyone’s here, waiting. You said you’d be running this thing, and now you’re not even here!”
Panic surged through me. “What!? Liam, I’m here at the location I arranged. No one’s here.”
“What location?” His voice hardened. “The whole team’s at the new place Lora said you picked.”
Lora. Of course.
It was a setup, and I had walked right into it. That was her way of making me look incompetent in front of Liam.
“I’m on my way,” I managed to say before hanging up.
I dialed Jake. “Jake, I need your help. Fast.”
“What happened?”
“Lora changed the location for the team-building without telling me. I can make it work. But it has to be my territory, not Lora’s one. I need you to bring everybody to my house.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon,” he said without hesitation.
I rushed home. I had just enough time to pull things together.
I set up tables on the terrace, lit lanterns, and made the garden feel as welcoming as possible. My nerves were on edge, but I wasn’t about to let that situation get the best of me. Not yet.
Jake arrived with the entire team packed into his van. The employees spilled out, looking confused but intrigued by the cozy setting.
The event was going better than I could have imagined. People paired up, laughing and chatting, their usual office facades dropping away. The atmosphere in my garden seemed to work its magic.
Liam, who had always been so serious and closed off, was finally loosening up. He moved from group to group, engaging in conversations, and even smiled.
At one point, I noticed Lora and Liam paired up. I edged a little closer, curious about their conversation.
“This place is really nice,” Lora said, glancing around the garden.
“Yeah, I have to admit, it’s… different from the usual corporate events.”
Lora laughed lightly. “Different is good, right? Sometimes, I think we all get stuck in our little bubbles at the office.”
Liam leaned back in his chair. “You’re right. I didn’t realize how much the team needed this. We’re always pushing for results, overlooking something important.”
I saw them both letting their guards down. For a moment, I felt a pang of satisfaction.
Maybe this event will bring them closer together in more ways than one.
I caught Lora watching me from across the garden. Even with the evening going smoothly, I had a feeling this wasn’t the end of her games.
***
As the evening wound down and people began to leave, I noticed Lora with Liam near my wardrobe. Lora glanced around casually and then reached for a stack of papers. She picked them up, flipping through the pages briefly.
“Hey, Mary,” she called out. “What’s this? Something important?”
Liam’s face turned red with anger when he noticed the papers in Lora’s hands. He grabbed the documents.
“What the hell are these doing here?” he snapped, glaring at me. “I prepared these for a meeting with investors. I left them on my desk, Mary.”
I opened my mouth to explain, but he didn’t give me a chance.
“Don’t pretend to be the innocent intern. It’s obvious now. You’re here working for the competition, aren’t you? I trusted you!”
“No, Liam, I…” I tried, but he cut me off with a dismissive wave.
“We’ll talk later. Stay out of my way for now.”
With that, he turned and left the room. I turned to Lora.
She smirked. “I didn’t think those documents were THAT important. I just wanted to teach you a lesson.”
“A lesson? You’ve ruined everything!”
Still, I believed the real Lora, the one I’d seen laughing with Liam earlier, was still in there somewhere. But at that moment, she chose to be her worst self.
I sank into a chair, feeling utterly defeated. Jake came over, resting a hand on my shoulder.
“Everything happens for a reason, Mary. Don’t give up just yet.”
When I received a message from Liam asking me to meet him the next day at the office, I didn’t know what to expect, but I decided to go there with my head held high.
The next afternoon, I arrived at the office with a heavy heart, and when I walked in, I saw both Liam and Lora there.
“Mary, I… I need to apologize,” Lora began, her voice shaking slightly. “I was the one who moved the location for the team-building event. I wanted to make you look bad, and… I also planted those documents on your desk.”
“Why?” I asked, barely able to believe what I was hearing.
Lora sighed, dropping her gaze to the floor.
“I was jealous. I thought you were drawing Liam’s attention away from me, and I let that cloud my judgment. But after the team-building event and after hearing what you said… I realized how wrong I was.”
Liam, who had been listening quietly, stepped forward.
“She’s telling the truth, Mary. And honestly, I’m thankful for what you did.” He turned to me, his tone softer. “That evening in your garden, I didn’t just feel like the boss anymore. I felt like a regular person again. I started noticing things I hadn’t in years. It was a wake-up call.”
He glanced at Lora and winked, making her blush and giggle nervously. I couldn’t help but smile. It seemed that the casual, relaxed atmosphere of that evening had done more than I could have hoped for.
Liam then turned back to me. “Mary, your methods really worked. So, from today, I’d like to make it official. You’ll be the company’s emotional recovery coach.”
I was stunned for a moment, then broke into a wide smile. “Really? I… thank you, Liam.”
Liam added, “And we’ve got more to celebrate. The morning meeting with the investors went great. So, I’m inviting the whole team to stay after work tonight for pizza. From now on, let’s make it a tradition!”
I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. The weight of uncertainty was gone. I had found my path and could focus on helping others do the same.
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