I spent years of my life wanting to take revenge on my father because he abandoned me when I needed him the most. When life gave me the chance to do it, I thought twice.
One day I opened the door and I saw someone I didn’t expect. It was my dad. I hadn’t seen him for ages. In fact, I didn’t want to.
“Hi, son. I’m sorry to come like this. I tried to call you but you didn’t answer your phone,” he told me.
“Yeah, what do you want?”
“I was wondering if maybe I could stay with you… I don’t have a place right now, so…”
I found my dad sleeping on the streets. | Source: Pexel
“You can stay. But you have to pay rent.”
“But I don’t have any money at all… and you’re the only person who can help me.”
“I don’t care,” I said, feeling my heart tighten. “You can live on the street. I wish God had taken you instead of mom!”
I slammed the door and my wife was just behind me. She was pissed with what just happened but she had no idea what I went through with this man. She pushed me to tell her, so I did.
It all started when I turned 18. My mom had passed away 2 years before that, so I think my dad was still adapting to taking both roles. He prepared a surprise birthday party and everything. After we celebrated, he asked me what I was planning to do with my living situation and I was like, what the heck?
He told me I was an adult and if I wanted to stay with him in the house, I needed to pay some kind of rent. I was so angry. Pay rent? To my own father?! What’s wrong with him?
My dad prepared a surprise birthday party for me. | Source: Pexel
He continued with his argument saying that was normal and I had to grow up. When I told him I’d rather live in a dorm in college than pay him rent, he said he couldn’t afford college and I had to pay for it myself. That I should either get a job or a loan.
“I felt betrayed, Julie. I didn’t expect that. That’s why I left,” I told my wife.
Julie said my father reached out to her a few days earlier and that she gave him our address. That’s right, she didn’t tell me anything either…
I got into an argument with my wife because of my dad. | Source: Pexel
And then, she suggested I forgive my father. “It’s been years,” she said.
But no. I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to forgive him. He was the one who threw me out like some kind of stray dog. “No, Julie, I work 24/7 to at least, eat normally. And he? He just abandoned me! No forgiveness!” I told her.
“Come on, honey, he’s your father!”
“So what? You don’t know! You don’t understand… Only my mom truly loved me. And she would have never allowed him to kick me out of my own house and…”
In the heat of our fight, I stepped out and went for a walk. | Source: Pexel
“Nick,” Julie interrupted me, “do you know your father’s side of the story? I mean you lost your mom but he lost his wife… Have you thought about how this affected him as well?”
“You know what? THAT’S ENOUGH!” I shouted, “I don’t want to hear it!! I’m done…”
Julie almost burst into tears. We barely fought and I knew she was trying to help me. I decided to get some fresh air and went for a walk.
I saw a man sleeping on a bench and I recognized him. | Source: Pexel
When I passed by some benches, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I spotted a man sleeping on one but I thought it was a hobo. But I looked a second time and I knew I knew him from somewhere… it was my dad!
“Dad, wake up! Are you OK?”
He woke up straight away, “Nick, is that you?!”
“Yes, dad, I’m really sorry! I just…”
“I just wanted you to do good in life and…”
“Shh, easy dad, that’s okay, that’s okay.”
He burst into tears. “I thought if you had to pay rent then maybe… maybe you would move on. I wanted to help you, son. You were just sitting on the couch. You weren’t doing anything.” He continued, visibly emotional, “I wanted to motivate you to get a job and live your life.”
My dad got emotional when I found him. | Source: Pexel
“I know I couldn’t pay for your college because I invested the money into my business and… I was gonna give the business to you. But I lost everything, Nick.”
I finally understood what Julie meant. His part of the story. Everything he did was with good intentions. So I couldn’t leave him like that. I knew I was the only person he had left.
“No, dad,” I replied. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have stayed on the couch and achieved nothing. You pushed me for good and I needed to get out of my comfort zone.”
“Yes, that’s what I wanted, Nick.”
“I know, dad. But I didn’t see it that way. I thought you betrayed me. But because you did what you did, now I have a great job and a beloved family. And that’s all thanks to you!”
He was so happy when we decided to forgive each other. | Source: Pexel
“I know I did a lot of things… I know I hurt you, son. Can you forgive me?”
“No, it’s you who should forgive me, dad!” Suddenly, I felt something shifting inside of me. I had been practicing meditation a lot and one of them was about forgiveness. I could never truly forgive my father before, but that day, I did it. Finally.
I started to practice meditation to forgive my father. | Source: Pexel
“I’ve held this anger for so many years… And I’ve tried different things to get rid of it. But now I understand… I was wrong.” I stood up and took him by the hand. “Let’s go home, dad. We have a lot to talk about…”
“Thank you, son. I love you! I’ve always loved you!”
“You’ll be a grandfather!”
“Wait, what? Is Julie pregnant?!”
My dad would soon become a grandfather. | Source: Unsplash
What can we learn from this story?
- We should always appreciate our parents. We are all humans and we make mistakes. We never know what kind of sacrifices they went through for us.
- Forgiveness can set one free. Nick was holding grudges against his father for so many years and he felt free when he forgave the man.
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I Found a Phone Number and a Cryptic Note in My Husband’s Old Coat — What I Discovered Left Me Stunned
When I found a mysterious note in my husband’s old coat, its cryptic message sent my mind reeling. What followed was a journey of doubt, suspense, and a shocking revelation.
The house was alive with the sound of laughter. My son, Dylan, sat on the floor, lining up toy cars in a neat row, his little tongue sticking out in concentration. Next to him, his sister, Ella, twirled in her princess dress, spinning so fast that the hem of her skirt fluttered like a butterfly’s wings.
A girl in her princess dress | Source: Freepik
“Watch out, Dylan!” she giggled. “I’m a ballerina tornado!”
Dylan rolled his eyes but smiled. “Tornadoes don’t wear crowns, silly!”
From the kitchen, I smiled as I poured coffee into a mug. Their voices echoed, blending with the morning sunlight streaming through the windows.
Happy woman drinking coffee | Source: Pexels
Denton strode into the living room, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. His briefcase dangled in one hand, his usual confident stride making him look taller than usual. He bent down to kiss Ella on the head. “Don’t spin too much, sweetheart. We don’t want anyone getting dizzy.”
He turned to Dylan, tousling his hair. “Hold the fort while I’m gone, buddy.”
Dylan puffed out his chest. “I will, Dad!”
Father and son | Source: Pexels
Denton glanced at me as he shrugged into his coat. “I tossed an old one in the donation pile last night. Be sure to check the pockets. I don’t want to accidentally lose anything important.”
“Got it,” I said, watching as he gave me a quick smile and headed for the door.
“Love you!” he called.
“Love you too,” I replied. The door clicked shut behind him.
A couple at home | Source: Pexels
Later, with the kids still playing, I turned to the donation pile. Denton’s old coat lay on top. As I picked it up, my fingers brushed against something in the inner pocket.
Frowning, I slipped my hand inside and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper.
It felt important, like something I shouldn’t ignore. I opened it slowly.
The words sent a chill down my spine.
A shocked woman looking at a note | Source: Midjourney
“This is between us. No one else can know.”
My breath caught. I flipped the paper over.
“For service, call” and a phone number I didn’t recognize.
My heart thumped hard in my chest. My first instinct was denial. Denton wouldn’t hide something from me. Would he?
A suspicious woman | Source: Freepik
I folded the note back and shoved it into my pocket. The house suddenly felt too quiet.
That evening, I kept my hands busy while my thoughts ran wild. I cooked dinner, asked the kids about their day, and tried not to let my mind wander back to the note.
Denton walked in just before dinner, setting his briefcase on the counter. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Smells great in here,” he said, glancing at the bubbling pot on the stove.
A man arriving home | Source: Freepik
I smiled tightly. “Thanks. It’ll be ready in a minute.”
At dinner, he laughed with the kids, teasing Ella about her spinning and asking Dylan how his car races went. He looked like the same Denton I’d known for years—kind, attentive, and completely at ease.
And yet, the note burned in my pocket.
A thoughtful woman | Source: Pexels
That night, as we lay in bed, Denton turned off his side lamp and leaned over to kiss my forehead. “Goodnight, hon,” he murmured, his voice warm and familiar.
“Goodnight,” I whispered back, staring at the ceiling long after he’d fallen asleep.
The next morning, after Denton left for work, I sat at the kitchen table with my phone in hand. The note lay next to it, the words staring up at me like a dare.
A thoughtful woman with a phone | Source: Pexels
Taking a deep breath, I dialed the number.
“Hello?” The voice was calm, feminine, and confident.
“Hi,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I would like to book your… services.”
There was a pause on the other end. Then, the woman said, “If you have my number, you must know what to do. Be here at 2 p.m. tomorrow.” And she gave me the address right before hanging up.
A woman talking on her phone | Source: Pexels
Before I could ask anything else, the line went dead.
I stared at my phone, my stomach churning. What did she mean? What was I supposed to do?
The next afternoon, I stepped out of the taxi, clutching my bag tightly. The seaside mansion loomed before me, its large windows gleaming in the sunlight. Waves crashed softly in the distance, a soothing backdrop to my rising nerves.
A seaside mansion | Source: Pexels
The front door opened before I could knock. A young woman, polished and poised, stood there. Her sleek black dress hugged her figure, and she wore a faint smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“You must be here for the appointment,” she said, her tone smooth but unreadable. “Come in.”
I hesitated but followed her inside.
A woman in a black dress | Source: Freepik
The room she led me to was stunning, with elegant furniture, fresh flowers in crystal vases, and the faint scent of lavender in the air. I perched on the edge of an armchair, trying to look calm while my pulse raced.
The woman gestured to the seat opposite me. “Please, make yourself comfortable. Someone will be with you shortly.”
I nodded, my throat dry, as she stepped out of the room, leaving me alone.
A woman entering a lobby | Source: Pexels
The door creaked open, and the young woman returned. She moved with an effortless grace, her face a mask of polite professionalism.
I cleared my throat, determined to get answers. “What services do you provide?”
She raised an eyebrow, her expression a mix of curiosity and mild amusement. “If you’re here, you should already know.”
A confident woman in a black dress | Source: Pexels
Her tone was calm, almost rehearsed, but it grated on my nerves. “I don’t know,” I said, my voice sharper now. “That’s why I’m asking.”
She tilted her head, as if considering me. “If you say so,” she murmured, her words cryptic.
My frustration bubbled over. I fumbled with my phone, pulled up a picture of Denton, and held it out to her. “This man. Has he been here?”
A woman holding a mobile phone | Source: Freepik
For a moment, her composure faltered. Her eyes flicked to the screen, and something unreadable crossed her face. Then, she smiled faintly. “You’ll find out soon enough,” she said.
“What does that mean?” I demanded, but she stepped back toward the door, ignoring my question. “Wait here,” she instructed before slipping out again.
The silence that followed was unbearable. My mind raced, imagining every worst-case scenario. Had Denton lied to me? Was this woman protecting some secret?
A nervous woman | Source: Freepik
Suddenly, a burst of noise shattered the quiet. The door swung open, and a wave of people flooded in, their cheers echoing through the room.
Confetti rained down, and my heart jolted in confusion. I recognized faces—friends, family, even my kids and nephews. Dylan and Ella ran toward me, laughing and throwing handfuls of colorful paper in the air.
Kids playing in confetti | Source: Pexels
“Mama, surprise!” Ella squealed, jumping into my lap.
I looked around, bewildered, as Denton appeared in the doorway. He wore a sharp tuxedo and carried a bouquet of deep red roses. His grin was wide, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Denton?” I stammered, my voice barely audible over the commotion.
Happy shocked woman | Source: Freepik
He walked over and knelt in front of me, holding out the roses. “Happy 10th anniversary, darling,” he said softly.
Behind him, a large banner unfurled. In bold letters, it read: “Happy 10th Anniversary!”
My breath caught as the realization hit me. This wasn’t betrayal. It was… a surprise.
Denton took my hand, helping me to my feet. “I bet you have a million questions,” he said, his tone playful.
Couple holding hands in the dark | Source: Pexels
“That’s an understatement,” I replied, my voice shaky but tinged with relief.
He chuckled, glancing at the young woman who now stood smiling near the door. “I knew you’d find that note and wouldn’t be able to resist following the clues.”
I blinked at him, still processing. “The note? The phone call? All of this?”
“It was all part of the plan,” he said, squeezing my hand. “This house—it’s like the place where we first met. Remember? That summer by the sea?”
A happy couple talking | Source: Freepik
My eyes widened as memories rushed back. The sandy beaches, the salty breeze, the way he’d made me laugh until my sides hurt. “I… I can’t believe you remembered,” I whispered.
“How could I forget?” he said, his voice soft. “I wanted to do something special. Something you’d never forget.”
The kids tugged at my arm, their excitement bubbling over.
Happy kids at a party | Source: Freepik
“Mama, we were in on it too!” Dylan said proudly. “Dad said it was a secret game, and we had to wait here until you showed up!”
Ella nodded enthusiastically. “We got to throw confetti!”
I laughed, the tension in my chest finally breaking. “You two did a great job.”
Denton gestured toward the young woman. “And this is Rebecca. She works for a company that organizes parties like this one.”
A smiling woman in a black dress | Source: Freepik
Rebecca stepped forward, smiling. “Your husband has quite the imagination. I was happy to help.”
As the evening unfolded, Denton explained how he’d rented the mansion for the day and coordinated everything with our friends and family.
A happy couple talking over coffee | Source: Freepik
“I wanted to remind you of where it all began,” he said as we sat together, the kids playing nearby. “Life gets busy, and sometimes we forget to take a step back and appreciate what we’ve built.”
I felt a lump in my throat as I looked at him. “I can’t believe I doubted you,” I admitted. “I let my mind go to the worst places.”
A happy couple talking | Source: Freepik
He chuckled, wrapping an arm around me. “I wanted to keep it mysterious, but maybe I overdid it a little.”
“Just a little,” I teased, smiling through tears.
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