A youthful groom embarked on the journey of matrimony.
His mother, advanced in years, resided under his roof. One evening, as they gathered for supper, his wife abruptly excused herself, retiring to their chamber. Observing her departure, the elder woman advised: “Son, tend to her well. Ensure she does not endure hunger. Look after your wife”.
Concerned for his beloved, he sought her out. “My dear, are you unwell? Why dine alone?” he inquired. She hesitated: “I cannot. The sight of your mother’s hands… it unsettles me”.
Wrinkled and weathered, those hands bore the weight of untold sacrifices. Yet, to his wife, they were a source of discomfort. “What would you propose?” he inquired. She suggested: “Perhaps a nursing home would be best”. Assuring her, he vowed: “Fear not, my love. Tomorrow, we shall resolve this. But first, we must honor our invitation to your parents’ abode. Upon our return, I shall arrange for my mother’s care”.
The following day, accompanied by his wife and mother, they visited her family. Noticeably absent from the table was his mother. Sensing his unease, his wife assured: “She dines alone, in another room”.
Perplexed, he inquired: “Did you instruct her to seclude herself?” She affirmed: “Indeed”.
As the meal commenced, the father-in-law broached the delicate topic. “Son-in-law, our daughter’s happiness is paramount. She deserves a home solely with you. Resolve this matter regarding your mother”, he urged.
Reassuring them, he pledged: “Rest assured, we shall address it today”.
Despite the spread before him, he abstained. “Why do you not partake?” queried the father-in-law. With conviction, he declared: “I cannot. Your hands… they taint my appetite. They mirror your hearts!” His wife was taken aback.
Rising from the table, he sought out his mother, kneeling beside her. Tears streaming, he kissed her hands, imploring: “Come, mother, let us depart”.
Perplexed, she questioned: “But, son, where are we bound?” Overwhelmed, he simply wept. Loading her into the car, he whispered: “To Paradise, mother… to Paradise! Lead me to Paradise, if you are content with me”.
NEIGHBORS HATED THE COLOR OF MY HOUSE AND REPAINTED IT WHILE I WAS AWAY — I WAS ENRAGED & TOOK MY REVENGE
Returning from a two-week trip, Victoria found her yellow house repainted gray by her nosy neighbors. Furious, she decided to fight back.
Hi, I’m Victoria, 57, and curious. Imagine coming home after a trip to find your house repainted! That’s what happened to me, and I’m still fuming.
My bright yellow house, painted by my late husband, was a target for my new neighbors, the Davises, who hated its color. They constantly complained and even tried to sue me to change it. But I held my ground.
While I was away, they forged a work order to repaint my house gray. My neighbor saw everything and took pictures, but the police couldn’t act because the painters had a valid work order.
I confronted the painting company, who were shocked and apologized. They agreed to testify against the Davises in court.
In court, the Davises were found guilty of fraud and vandalism. They were ordered to repaint my house yellow and cover all costs.
Outside the courthouse, Mrs. Davis hissed, “I hope you’re happy.” I smiled, “I will be when my house is YELLOW again!” Standing your ground pays off. What do you think?
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