Spoiled Son Demands Money For Doing His Chores

A teenage boy demands that his parents pay him for doing his household chores and learns a painful lesson.

Wesley pushed his plate away. “I’m sick of meatloaf,” he complained. “Can’t you make anything else?” he asked his mother.

His mom looked at him indignantly. “We had roast chicken yesterday, hamburgers the day before, fish on Friday…”

Wesley sniffed derisively. “Yeah, yeah…Whatever!” and got up from the table.

“Wesley,” said his mother. “Please rinse your plate and put it in the dishwasher.”

“Why should I?” asked Wesley with typical teen arrogance. “I’m not your slave!”

Price list for chores | Source: AmoMedia.com

Price list for chores | Source: AmoMedia.com

“My slave?” gasped his mother, “How can helping out make you my slave?”

“You don’t pay me, do you?” asked Wesley triumphantly. “Work without pay is slavery!”

Wesley’s dad frowned. “We support you, son,” he pointed out. “We house you, feed you, clothe you, and educate you…”

“That’s your duty and my right!” said Wesley. “And the law says you have to do it too, but I don’t have to do a thing!”

Wesley’s mom changed color. “I see! So we have duties and you have rights? Is that what you believe? What about your duty to help, to do your chores?”

“I’m not your slave,” repeated Wesley arrogantly. “If you want me to do things around here, you’d better pay me!”

A rebellious teen | Source: Pexels

A rebellious teen | Source: Pexels

Wesley’s mom jumped up but his father laid a gently restraining hand on her arm. “Pay you?” asked the father calmly. “And how much would you want for doing your chores?”

Wesley smiled triumphantly. “I’ve thought about that. For taking out the trash, $1, for washing dishes, $2, walking the dog, $4, cleaning my room, $5, and for cleaning the yard and mowing the lawn, $10. And you’re lucky I’m not demanding back pay.”

“Never!” cried Wesley’s mom angrily, but his father smiled calmly.

“I agree, Wesley. We will pay you for your work according to your demands. From now on you are a man, and we will treat you as such.”

Wesley puffed out his chest. “It’s about time you showed me some respect!” he crowed, and his mother opened her mouth to utter an angry retort. Once again Wesley’s dad smiled sweetly and restrained her.

Angry mother | Source: Unsplash

Angry mother | Source: Unsplash

“Well, son, we start tomorrow, OK? I’ll put up a chart with your chores, and you write down what you’ve done on a daily basis. At the end of each week, say Friday afternoons, you get paid. What do you think?”

Wesley smiled happily. “That’s just perfect, dad!” Wesley walked out feeling on top of the world, without realizing he was about to have one of the worse weeks of his life.

A family works as a unit to make their collective lives better.

Wesley’s mom turned to his father. “Rick, how could you? He’s disrespectful, lazy, and greedy. He needs to learn,…”

Rick was smiling, and it wasn’t a nice smile. “Don’t worry, Martha, I have a plan, and our dear little boy is in for a very unpleasant experience. We’re going to teach him a lesson!”

The next day, Wesley walked into the house after football practice. It had been a long day at school and he was starving. “Hey mom!” he said. “What’s for dinner?”

Making a price list for his chores | Source: Pexels

Making a price list for his chores | Source: Pexels

“Turkey pot-pie with sweet potatoes and peas,” his mother said smiling sweetly.

“Cool!” cried Wesley. “I’m starving!” He saw that his dad had put up a chart on the wall and he immediately walked over and filled in walking the dog and cleaning his room. Later he would take out the trash.

That’s $9 already, though Wesley happily. I’m going to be rich! An hour later the scent of the food lured him down to the kitchen again where he found his mother and his father having dinner.

“Mom!” he cried indignantly. “You didn’t call me and I told you I was starving!”

Wesley’s mom smiled, and his father replied: “But Wesley, now that you are earning your own money, you will have to support yourself. If you want your mother to cook for you, you will have to pay her.”

“PAY HER?” screamed Wesley, “I’m not going to pay her!”

Walking the dog | Source: Unsplash

Walking the dog | Source: Unsplash

“Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to dip into your savings and order take away, then.” Wesley’s mother said still smiling.

“But…but…That’s not fair!” screamed Wesley and stormed upstairs. He ordered a pizza and it cost him $15 plus the delivery fee and the tip. Wesley worked out that he’d have to work three whole days to pay for that pizza. Being an independent man was expensive!

The next morning he came down for breakfast to find his mother making bacon and eggs and it smelled delicious. “Hi mom,” he said sweetly, “can I have my eggs over easy?”

“Sure, son!” she smiled. “That will be $6 for breakfast!”

“You’re charging me for breakfast?” cried Wesley angrily. “That’s not fair!”

But Wesley was in for another surprise. “Dad,” Wesley said, “our coach said we have to have new team jerseys and it will cost $69,99.”

Cleaning up his room | Source: Unsplash

Cleaning up his room | Source: Unsplash

“I see,” said his dad smiling. “But why are you telling me this?”

“Well, so you can give me the money!” said Wesley.

“But, Wesley,” his dad said, still smiling, “now that you’re earning money, you pay for your own expenses, and that includes clothes. I thought you knew that.”

“I don’t have that kind of money!” cried Wesley. “Where am I supposed to get $70?”

“Save it up from your what you earn, of course. It’s what we do!” dad said.

Wesley was stunned. Not only would he have to feed himself, but he’d also have to buy his own clothes? This wasn’t what he’d imagined when he’d demanded payment for his chores. “Well, OK,” he said. “Listen, dad, could you give me a ride to school? I’m a bit late…”

Nothing for dinner | Source: Unsplash

Nothing for dinner | Source: Unsplash

“Sure, son!” his dad smiled. “That will be $5.50.”

“You’re going to charge me for a ride to school?” Wesley gasped.

“Sure, after all, you’d pay a taxi, wouldn’t you?” his dad pointed out reasonably.

“But you’re my DAD!” cried Wesley. “And you’re charging me?”

“Oh Wesley, dear,” said his mother sweetly. “That reminds me! That will be $12.50 for washing and ironing your clothes.”

Wesley walked to school and was late. At lunchtime, he ate the cafeteria food with great gusto. He wondered when he’d taste his mother’s meatloaf again, or her mac and cheese, or her amazing Irish stew…

Boy runs out of money | Source: Unsplash

Boy runs out of money | Source: Unsplash

That night, Wesley came down at dinnertime looking despondent. His parents were having dinner and it smelled delicious. Wesley’s stomach rumbled. “Mom, dad?” he said quietly. “Can we talk?”

“Sure son,” said his father. “What’s on your mind?”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry about that payment thing. I guess I never thought about everything you two do for me every day, and you never ask for anything in return.”

“We were hoping you’d realize that, Wesley. Everything we do for you, we do out of love, not obligation or duty,” his mother said.

“I know, mom, I’m so sorry,” Wesley whispered, and his eyes filled with tears.

Wesley’s dad got up and put his arms around him. “Son, in this family we do all we can to help each other, to make all our lives easier and better. That’s what being a family is all about, and we were hoping you’d understand that.”

Boy apologizes to his parents | Source: Pexels

Boy apologizes to his parents | Source: Pexels

Wesley’s mom gave him a hug too and said, “So how about some dinner? I made cottage pie and green beans — your favorite!”

That night, Wesley had one of the nicest evenings ever with his parents, and he learned one of the most important lessons: to appreciate all that his parents do for him and to do his part in helping his family.

What can we learn from this story?

1. Love doesn’t demand payment.

2. A family works as a unit to make their collective lives better.

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I Found Out Why My Husband Left Me and It Wasn’t for Another Woman

The night Flynn asked for a divorce, I knew he was hiding something. But nothing could have prepared me for what I discovered when I decided to follow him.

The evening light filtered softly into our apartment, casting golden hues across the walls. I stared at a photo of Flynn and me on our wedding day. He had his arm around me, his eyes bright with that deep affection I thought would last forever. He’d always been my rock, the steady presence in my life who was endlessly patient, warm, and caring.

A grayscale photo of a bride and groom hugging | Source: Pexels

A grayscale photo of a bride and groom hugging | Source: Pexels

Over nearly five years of marriage, Flynn and I had built a life that looked perfect to everyone who knew us. He worked long hours as a lawyer, but we always made time for each other.

Our weekends were sacred, filled with little adventures, late-night conversations, and lazy Sundays watching reruns of shows we both knew by heart. I’d always felt secure with him, knowing that whatever challenges came our way, we’d face them together.

A silhouette of a loving couple hugging on a seashore at sunset | Source: Pexels

A silhouette of a loving couple hugging on a seashore at sunset | Source: Pexels

But recently, something changed. Flynn started coming home later, and his warmth turned cold, his patience thinning with each passing day. He’d brush me off, citing “long hours” or “catching up with friends,” but his explanations felt hollow. One night, as we lay in bed in silence, the tension grew unbearable.

“Flynn, is something going on? You’re… different,” I said softly, searching his face.

He sighed, not meeting my gaze. “Work’s just been rough, Nova. Can we not do this right now?”

A man sitting in bed | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting in bed | Source: Midjourney

“But you’ve been distant for weeks,” I pressed gently. “I just want to understand… to help, if I can.”

He turned away, pulling the blanket up around his shoulders. “There’s nothing to talk about,” he muttered, his voice low, final.

I reached out, trying to touch his arm, to bridge the growing distance between us. But he turned his back, pulling the blanket up as if to shut me out.

That night, I lay awake, questions swirling in my mind. Had I done something wrong? Was it just stress? Or was there something he wasn’t telling me?

A worried woman in bed | Source: Midjourney

A worried woman in bed | Source: Midjourney

A small, gnawing suspicion took root in my heart—a fear that Flynn was hiding something, a truth I might not be ready to face.

In the following weeks, the tension only grew. Flynn seemed to snap over the smallest things.

“Can you not leave your books everywhere?” he muttered one evening, eyeing the coffee table with irritation.

I blinked, caught off guard. “It’s just one book, Flynn. I can move it.”

But the next night, it was something else.

“Why is the laundry basket still in the hallway?” he asked sharply, his tone making me wince.

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An angry man screaming | Source: Midjourney

I took a breath, trying to keep my frustration in check. “Flynn, what’s going on here? You’re on edge all the time. Just… talk to me.”

He sighed, looking away, refusing to meet my eyes. I felt the weight of his frustration hanging in the air, my anxiety mounting each night as I waited, hoping he’d finally say something—anything—to explain it all.

One Friday night, I couldn’t hold back anymore. As he walked through the door, I took a deep breath, summoning the courage to confront him.

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A woman standing with her arms crossed | Source: Midjourney

“Flynn, I feel like you’re pushing me away. If there’s something I need to know, just tell me,” I said, my voice barely steady.

He turned to me, exasperation flashing in his eyes. “Nova, I can’t keep doing this. Every day, it’s the same thing! Do you have any idea how exhausting it is to feel constantly judged and questioned?”

A tired and angry man | Source: Midjourney

A tired and angry man | Source: Midjourney

“Judged?” I echoed, hurt flooding my voice. “I’m not judging you. I’m just trying to understand what’s happening! You’re not the same.”

He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze cold and distant. “I can’t do this anymore, Nova. I don’t have the energy to keep up with you or this marriage. I’m just… tired.”

His words sent a chill through me. “What are you saying, Flynn?”

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A startled woman | Source: Midjourney

He looked down, a sigh escaping his lips as if he were already giving up. “I think I want a divorce.”

The word hit me like a punch to the gut.

Divorce.

I stared at him, rooted to the spot, my heart shattering as he walked past me, out of the room, leaving me alone with a marriage that had suddenly unraveled. The silence was deafening, and I felt as if my entire world had just collapsed, the love I thought was forever reduced to a single, devastating word.

A heartbroken woman sitting alone and looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

A heartbroken woman sitting alone and looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

Flynn left the next morning, hastily packing a bag and offering me nothing but vague explanations that only deepened my confusion. I drifted through the empty apartment like a ghost, replaying every moment we’d shared, searching for some hint, some sign that would explain why he’d left so suddenly.

One night, sitting in the silence of our apartment, I noticed his old laptop on the shelf. He’d forgotten it in his rush, and though I knew it was wrong, desperation pushed me forward.

A semi-opened laptop lying on a plain surface | Source: Pexels

A semi-opened laptop lying on a plain surface | Source: Pexels

I opened it and started scrolling through his messages, hoping for anything that would shed light on what had happened. That’s when I found them: a string of messages with someone he’d saved under the name “Love.”

My heart raced as I read their exchange, each line filling me with a sickening realization. The messages were intimate, affectionate, and filled with inside jokes and plans.

Flynn hadn’t been working late or simply catching up with friends; he’d been confiding in someone else, someone who wasn’t me.

A closeup shot of a shocked woman looking at her laptop screen | Source: Midjourney

A closeup shot of a shocked woman looking at her laptop screen | Source: Midjourney

My hands shook as I kept scrolling, piecing together a picture of betrayal. Flynn had left me for another woman. There was no explanation for what I saw, there couldn’t be.

My stomach twisted with anger and heartbreak. I read one message that mentioned a meet-up at a quiet café across town—the same place Flynn and I used to go to every Friday. “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow evening. 7 p.m. Same place. Don’t keep me waiting, Love.”

Rage mixed with sorrow as I grabbed my keys.

Car keys lying on a black surface | Source: Pexels

Car keys lying on a black surface | Source: Pexels

I had to know who this “Love” was, who he’d chosen over me. I was determined to find out, to confront them both, no matter how much it hurt.

I parked across from the café, watching the door with a mixture of dread and anticipation. My heart pounded as I saw Flynn enter, his familiar figure now feeling foreign to me.

He looked around, a glint of anticipation in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in months. My hands clenched around the steering wheel as I waited, holding my breath.

A woman sitting in a car with her hands clenched around the steering wheel | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting in a car with her hands clenched around the steering wheel | Source: Midjourney

Then, another figure walked in. My heart caught in my throat as I realized who it was that my husband had decided to leave me for.

But it wasn’t a woman. To my utter dismay, It was Benji, Flynn’s best friend.

My world tilted as I watched them. Flynn’s face lit up as Benji approached, and they embraced in a way that went beyond friendship. Flynn looked at Benji with an expression I hadn’t seen in months; an expression filled with warmth and happiness.

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A closeup shot of a gay couple embracing | Source: Pexels

I sat frozen, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. This wasn’t just friendship; it was something deeper. Flynn was in love—with Benji.

All those late nights, the distance, the anger—everything made sense now. My chest tightened with a mix of betrayal and a strange sense of understanding.

For days, I moved through life in a haze, trying to process the reality of our relationship. Part of me wanted to confront him, to demand answers, but I realized that I already had them.

A thoughtful woman sitting in her room alone at night | Source: Midjourney

A thoughtful woman sitting in her room alone at night | Source: Midjourney

Flynn’s actions made sense now, painful as they were. He’d been running from himself, and in the process, he’d run from me too.

As I tried to make sense of it all, I began to understand that this wasn’t about me. Flynn had been living a life that felt like a lie, hiding a part of himself out of fear. I felt a strange sense of sadness and relief, knowing that the man I’d loved wasn’t leaving because of something I’d done, but because he needed to find himself.

A man with bruised knuckles covering his face with his hands | Source: Pexels

A man with bruised knuckles covering his face with his hands | Source: Pexels

Then, one evening, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Flynn. “Nova, can we meet? I think I owe you an explanation.”

His message startled me. Had he seen me outside the café?

Maybe he hadn’t.

But if he really hadn’t, then why bother reaching out to me all of a sudden? The last we saw each other, he wanted nothing to do with me. So why text me out of nowhere after everything that had happened?

A closeup shot of a woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

A closeup shot of a woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

“Breathe, Nova. Breathe!” I told myself.

I knew there was only one way to find out all the answers and calm my inner turmoil. I agreed to see Flynn.

We met the next day at a small park near our apartment, the same place we used to take walks and share quiet conversations.

Flynn approached slowly, his face filled with regret and sadness. He looked older and wearier as if the weight of his secrets had finally caught up with him.

An emotional man standing in a park | Source: Midjourney

An emotional man standing in a park | Source: Midjourney

“Nova,” he started softly, his voice filled with sorrow, “I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I know what you saw… and I should have told you.”

I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. “Flynn, I would have tried to understand. I could have been there for you.”

He looked down, his voice a whisper. “I didn’t even understand it myself until recently. I thought… I thought I could get past everything, you know. And just be the husband you deserve.”

His voice broke, and he looked away, struggling to contain his emotions.

A man looking away while sitting on a bench in a park | Source: Midjourney

A man looking away while sitting on a bench in a park | Source: Midjourney

I blinked back tears, my voice barely a whisper. “Flynn, you spent so long hiding this part of yourself. You didn’t have to.”

He nodded, wiping his eyes. “I didn’t want to hurt you, Nova. You were my best friend. But hiding who I am… it was hurting both of us. Benji helped me realize that I couldn’t keep pretending.”

We sat in silence, both grieving the life we’d shared and the love we’d once had.

“I just wish you’d trusted me enough to tell me,” I finally whispered, my heart aching with the truth that had been hidden between us.

A woman looking a bit concerned and emotional while sitting on a bench in a park | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking a bit concerned and emotional while sitting on a bench in a park | Source: Midjourney

“Nova, I didn’t know how to tell you.” Flynn paused to take a breath, struggling to find the right words. “I didn’t know if you’d understand. It was much easier to blame you than face the truth. And I’m sorry for putting you through hell.”

“What you did to us hurt really bad. But if I’d known the reason, if you’d trusted me enough with everything, we wouldn’t be here having this difficult conversation.”

I watched Flynn shift beside me as I said those words. My response had made him uneasy, but I had to get it all out of my system.

A sad man sitting on a bench in a park | Source: Midjourney

A sad man sitting on a bench in a park | Source: Midjourney

In the weeks that followed, I found a strange sense of peace settling over me. I cleared out the apartment, taking down our photos and packing away memories that no longer felt like they belonged to me. Each day, I found myself letting go a little more, the weight of betrayal fading as acceptance took its place.

Flynn and I spoke occasionally, both of us healing in our own ways, finding comfort in the closure that had come with his honesty. One afternoon, as we finalized the last details of our separation, he looked at me, his eyes filled with gratitude.

A man looking at someone with gratitude and warmth | Source: Midjourney

A man looking at someone with gratitude and warmth | Source: Midjourney

“Thank you, Nova,” he said softly. “For everything. You helped me more than you’ll ever know.”

I managed a smile, feeling a strange warmth amid the sadness. “Despite everything that happened, I hope you find happiness, Flynn. I really do.”

“I wish the same for you, Nova. I hope you find someone who can love you for who you are and always hold your hand. You deserve nothing but the best.” And with those words, Flynn smiled my favorite smile, the one I had always loved, and wrapped his arms around me.

A man and woman sharing an emotional hug | Source: Midjourney

A man and woman sharing an emotional hug | Source: Midjourney

For some reason, his embrace felt different, like being close to a person who had once beenyour whole world but was even more distant than a stranger now.

“So, I guess it’s goodbye then?” I asked, dreading the moment those words came out of my mouth.

I knew that after today, I won’t see Flynn again. He and Benji planned to leave town and start a new life, a detail Flynn had accidentally mentioned while talking on the phone with him one day, not realizing I was around, listening.

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A red car on a road | Source: Unsplash

“Yes, it is, Nova. But we can stay in touch. You take care of yourself!”

As he walked away, I felt a lightness I hadn’t known in months. Moving forward felt possible now, and as I began piecing my life back together, I realized I’d gained something unexpected: a quiet strength, a resilience that would carry me through.

With each passing day, I grew stronger, slowly finding peace in the new life unfolding before me. Flynn had left, but in doing so, he had set us both free. And for the first time in months, I knew I would be okay.

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A smiling woman standing on her front porch | Source: Midjourney

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