My Stepmom Told Me to Wash Dishes After Her Birthday Party Because I Didn’t Gift Her a Dishwasher – Karma Hit back for Her Audacity

When Mia’s stepmother, Trudy, plans an elaborate party for her 45th birthday, Mia has no choice but to do as she is told, including being a hidden helper throughout the festivities. But lucky for Mia, karma seems to be on her side, ready to teach Trudy a lesson.

Grab some popcorn, folks, because this story is one of those moments when the universe steps in and delivers a cosmic smackdown right when you least expect it.

Let me introduce you to the key players of the story:

A smiling teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

A smiling teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

I’m Mia. I’m sixteen years old and stuck in a suburban home with my dad and stepmom, Trudy. Trudy’s been around for about two years, and, oh boy, does she have the “wicked stepmother” act down perfectly.

If you looked up “entitled” in the dictionary, I’m pretty sure you’d find her picture staring back at you.

Life with her has felt like living inside a bad reality show, but no one is filming, and definitely not paying me for my trouble.

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A close up of an older woman | Source: Midjourney

Dad stays out of the way as much as he can. He’s the “happy wife, happy life” type of man, except that Trudy’s never really happy. She’s the type who expects the world to fall at her feet and cater to her every whim.

Now, let’s talk about last Saturday, the day of Trudy’s birthday party. It was so over-the-top that, honestly, it could have been a wedding reception.

It was her 45th birthday, and Trudy was trying to hold on to her youth in any way she could. In the week leading up to the party, she strutted around the house like some kind of queen.

A smiling older man | Source: Midjourney

A smiling older man | Source: Midjourney

“You’d better get me something special this year, Mia,” she said when she came into the kitchen as I was cutting up fruit for my morning smoothie. “A dishwasher would be nice. After all, I’ve done a lot for you.”

Yeah, sure. Good old Trudy. She’s done a lot for me… if you count bossing me around like I’m some sort of Cinderella knockoff.

A close up of a smoothie | Source: Midjourney

A close up of a smoothie | Source: Midjourney

“Uh, Trudy,” I said, adding yogurt to the blender, “I’m kind of saving for my prom dress.”

I already knew where this conversation was going.

Her face twisted into this weird look, like she couldn’t believe I just said that.

“Your prom dress?” she scoffed. “Mia, that’s ridiculous! You can just buy something from one of the clothing stores. Something cheap. A dishwasher is much more practical. I don’t want to hear any more excuses.”

A woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

Excuses? I was floored. This woman really expected me to drop all my savings on an appliance just because she “deserved” it. Like, where’s my fairy godmother when I need her?

And anyway, Trudy was the one who convinced my dad that I was too young to get an after-school or weekend job.

“Mia can only babysit kids on this street,” Trudy told my dad one night at dinner. “She’ll be safe and only a few houses away from home. And anyway, it’s not like she needs that much money.”

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A woman sitting at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

So, all my prom dress savings? They were from babysitting jobs that I had taken over the past year.

They wouldn’t even cover a tiny dishwasher, let alone the dress I wanted. But I was determined to still find something that I loved.

Fast forward to the day of Trudy’s 45th birthday. The house was buzzing with caterers, an event planner ran around with a clipboard, and enough floral arrangements to rival a garden center.

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An outdoor birthday party setting | Source: Midjourney

Meanwhile, I was in the background, wiping down mirrors, setting up drink stations, and generally trying to avoid all eye contact.

“Jeez,” I said to myself, “are the Royal Family coming over?”

I set up the gin station and tried to leave for my room, hoping that I would make myself presentable before Trudy’s posse of friends showed up.

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A gin station | Source: Midjourney

As soon as the guests arrived, Trudy transformed into some kind of celebrity. She walked around, tossing fake smiles and soaking up compliments like she was at the Oscars or something.

“Mia! Can you refill the drinks? My guests are thirsty!” she barked from the marquee outside.

Of course, I had no choice but to do so. I couldn’t say no. Not with so many people around. Trudy would probably implode.

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A woman wearing a gold dress | Source: Midjourney

I did as I was told, floating around like the invisible Cinderella. I was counting down the minutes until we lit the candles on the elaborate cake and the whole day would just dwindle into nothing.

I hid away for a few moments, finally able to get my hands on some food. At least Trudy loved her food, and she had told the caterers that she wanted elaborate meals.

“You’re hiding here, kiddo?” my dad chuckled when he caught me eating a portion of lobster mac and cheese.

A bowl of lobster mac and cheese | Source: Midjourney

A bowl of lobster mac and cheese | Source: Midjourney

“I’m starving, Dad,” I said, eating another forkful of food. “And everyone is eating anyway.”

“Take some time off, Mimi,” he said. “Eat. I’ll bring you one of those fancy milkshakes from the milkshake station.”

Soon after, it was time for the cake. My dad lit the candles while Trudy beamed like a Cheshire cat and did a little dance.

A gold and white cake | Source: Midjourney

A gold and white cake | Source: Midjourney

Everyone sang for her at the top of their voices, and Trudy blew out the candles. As the party was winding down, she clinked her fork against her wine glass and fixed me with that awful, expectant glare of hers.

“Mia, since you didn’t bother to buy me a dishwasher for my birthday, the least you could do is wash all these dishes. It’s only fair.”

I stood there, stunned for a second. Everyone went quiet. Twenty pairs of eyes stared at me like I was the villain in this scenario.

She really said it. Out loud. In front of all her friends.

A smug woman in a gold dress | Source: Midjourney

A smug woman in a gold dress | Source: Midjourney

“You didn’t get your mom a birthday present?” one of Trudy’s friends, Alexis, said. “That’s just… rude. And sad.”

My throat tightened, but I managed to keep my voice calm.

“Trudy, I told you, I didn’t have the money. Especially for a dishwasher. I’ve been saving for prom.”

She waved her hand like I was talking nonsense.

An upset teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

An upset teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

“Just wash the dishes, Mia,” she said. “Do something useful for once.”

I could have screamed. But instead, I swallowed my pride and nodded.

“Fine. I’ll get changed and started on them,” I said.

I spent the next hour elbow-deep in soapy water, scrubbing until my fingers went numb. I wanted to cry, but instead, I just scrubbed harder, imagining the day I’d finally escape this madhouse.

A teenager washing dishes | Source: Midjourney

A teenager washing dishes | Source: Midjourney

By the time I finished, the party was over, and Trudy’s friends were long gone. I dragged myself to bed, emotionally drained.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Trudy’s shriek coming from the kitchen. I thought maybe one of her fancy new gadgets broke. She had just bought herself a lavish new coffee machine that looked like it belonged in a coffee shop.

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A coffee machine | Source: Midjourney

But when I walked into the kitchen, I found her standing in the middle of a disaster zone.

The kitchen was trashed.

The smell of burnt plastic filled the air, and the floor was flooded.

“Mia!” she screamed when she saw me. “Look at what happened!”

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A flooded kitchen | Source: Midjourney

I blinked, still half-asleep.

“What… what is going on?”

“The pipes!” she shrieked, flailing her arms. “Oh, my kitchen is ruined! This is going to cost a fortune to fix!”

“But everything was fine last night when I went to bed. What happened here?”

My dad stuck his head into the kitchen.

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An annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney

“Trudy, did you really drop all the meat oils into the sink last night?” my dad asked.

“I did!” she said. “I didn’t know where else to throw it out. And the caterers left without taking it. But I did throw some drain cleaner down the sink, too.”

“Oh, Trudy! You’re not supposed to do that! Now look! You messed this up! I told you to just pour out a kettle of boiling water.”

Oil being poured in a sink | Source: Midjourney

Oil being poured in a sink | Source: Midjourney

My first instinct was to laugh. I know I shouldn’t have, but come on. After everything? Didn’t it just seem like karma played a part in this, too?

While Trudy was losing her mind, I couldn’t help but feel a tiny smirk tugging at my lips. I didn’t say a word.

For the next week, the kitchen was completely out of commission. My dad, bless his heart, tried to soothe her, but the damage was done. The cost of the repairs was so high that Dad announced that they’d have to cut back on expenses.

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An annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney

“Except for Mia,” he said. “I have $500 for her prom dress.”

“You can’t be serious, David!” Trudy hissed. “You want me to pay for the new kitchen tiles, but you can spoil Mia?”

“You spoiled yourself for your party. I can spoil my child for her prom.”

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A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

And that was how Trudy learned not to cross my dad. But she did change her tune a bit. She allowed me to get my part-time job, and she tried to actually mend things with me.

“I’ll come with you when you go looking for your dress, Mia,” she said.

Do you think it will last?

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One Look at My Niece’s Birthmark Exposed My Husband’s Shocking Betrayal

I was shocked when I saw a birthmark on my niece that looked just like my husband’s. But instead of jumping to conclusions, I secretly decided to get a DNA test to uncover the truth.

Sitting under a tree, I was enjoying the breeze with baby Sofia in my arms. She wasn’t my child but my sister-in-law Fiona’s, though I loved her like she was my own.

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My husband, David, always said his family was distant, so it was a surprise when Fiona and Sofia moved nearby. However, their presence made me happier than I expected.

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During our picnic, Fiona wanted to take Sofia back, but I playfully refused and said, “No, you clean up first. We’re fine here.” As I changed Sofia’s diaper, I noticed the birthmark on her back. It looked exactly like the one on David’s back. I couldn’t believe it. For a moment, I just stared at Sofia, wondering about the connection between David and Fiona.

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I didn’t say anything and tried to act normal, even though my mind was racing with questions.

Later that night, as I helped David after his shower, I kept thinking about his birthmark. It matched Sofia’s perfectly. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The next day, I collected DNA samples from Sofia and David. I had to know the truth.

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When the test results arrived, I was on edge. Fiona’s visits only made me more anxious, and I avoided her as much as possible. One day, David made a comment about Sofia’s first words, and it pushed me over the edge. I stood up and accused them both of hiding the truth. “Sofia is your child!” I yelled. The birthmark was proof, I thought.

Their shocked faces told me everything I needed to know. I ran out of the house, and as I drove away, I felt sick to my stomach, wondering if I might be pregnant. The thought terrified me.

The next day, I took a pregnancy test, and it confirmed my fear. I was pregnant with David’s baby, but I was filled with doubt about our relationship.

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I returned home to get my things, ready to leave for good. David tried to explain that Fiona was his sister, but I wasn’t sure I could believe him. When I mentioned the DNA test, David suggested we look at the results together.

At the doctor’s office, the first test mistakenly said David was Sofia’s father. We were all shocked, but the doctor quickly corrected the mistake. The final results proved that David was not Sofia’s father.

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Back at home, I apologized to David and Fiona for doubting them. David admitted he should have introduced me to his family earlier, and Fiona explained that Sofia’s father had passed away. We hugged, relieved that everything was finally clear.

Months later, I gave birth to a baby boy named Zack. Our family was stronger than ever, and we were surrounded by love. It was a happy ending to a very difficult time.

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Holding him in my arms, I realized how much I had let my suspicions cloud my judgment. Life had thrown me a curveball, but here we were, stronger and more united as a family than ever before.

When I brought Zack home from the hospital, I was greeted with a sight that took my breath away. There were cars lined up outside our house, and family members—both from David’s side and mine—had gathered to celebrate the arrival of our son. I didn’t expect such a warm welcome. I turned to David with surprise in my eyes, whispering, “I didn’t know your family was this excited about a new baby.”

David smiled, wrapping his arm around my waist as he looked down at Zack, who was peacefully asleep in my arms. “I guess they were just waiting for the right moment to show up,” he joked, kissing me on the forehead. Behind us, Fiona stood holding Sofia, her face beaming with happiness. The tension that had once existed between us had vanished entirely.

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As we stepped inside, I saw faces I hadn’t seen before, and it struck me that David’s estranged family wasn’t as distant as I had thought. They had simply needed time, and maybe a little encouragement, to come together. Fiona had been the first bridge, and now, with Zack’s arrival, they had all come to embrace our growing family.

One by one, relatives came up to greet us, offering gifts and words of congratulations. It was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. I felt a deep sense of belonging, a warmth that filled the house as laughter and chatter echoed through the rooms. This was the family I had always dreamed of—full of love, support, and understanding.

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Later that evening, after everyone had gone home and the house was finally quiet, I sat in the nursery with Zack cradled in my arms. David joined me, pulling a chair close to mine as we both stared down at our son, marveling at how perfect he was.

“You know,” I said softly, “I almost lost everything because I didn’t trust you.”

David took my hand and squeezed it gently. “We’ve been through a lot, but that’s behind us now. What matters is that we came through it together. And now, we have Zack, and our family is stronger than ever.”

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes, but this time they were tears of happiness. “I’m sorry for doubting you. For not believing in us when things got hard.”

David wiped a tear from my cheek and smiled. “You don’t need to apologize anymore. We’ve both learned from this. And I promise, from now on, I’ll be better about making sure you never feel left in the dark again.”

His words filled me with hope and comfort. I knew that our journey wasn’t going to be perfect. There would still be challenges, misunderstandings, and moments of doubt. But I also knew that we had built a foundation strong enough to weather those storms. We were in this together, and nothing would break us apart.

As I rocked Zack in my arms, I glanced over at David and smiled. “I can’t believe how far we’ve come,” I whispered. “There was a time I thought I was going to lose everything—our marriage, our family—and now look at us. We’ve grown, we’ve learned, and we’ve made it through something that could have destroyed us.”

David leaned over and kissed the top of my head. “That’s what love does,” he said softly. “It endures. It heals. And it makes us stronger.”

As Zack stirred in my arms, I knew deep down that the road ahead, though uncertain, was one we would walk together. And this time, there would be no more doubts. No more secrets. Only love, trust, and the promise of a future where our family would thrive.

In the weeks that followed, life returned to a peaceful rhythm. David and I were busy adjusting to life as parents of a newborn, and Sofia, as always, was a joy to have around. Fiona visited regularly, and our bond grew stronger with each passing day. There was no more awkwardness, no more unspoken tension between us. We had confronted the past and come out on the other side, closer than I ever thought possible.

Zack’s birth had not only brought new life into our home, but it had also brought healing. The arrival of our son had erased the scars of mistrust, and his presence reminded me every day of the power of love and forgiveness. I no longer carried the burden of doubt. Instead, I felt gratitude—gratitude for my family, for the love that had survived even the toughest trials, and for the future that now stretched out before us, filled with hope and promise.

As I stood at the window one evening, looking out at the sunset while holding Zack close, I smiled to myself, thinking about how life can sometimes throw unexpected challenges our way. But through those challenges, we grow, we learn, and in the end, we find ourselves stronger, more connected, and more in love than ever before.

With David by my side, Sofia laughing in the background, and Zack sleeping peacefully in my arms, I knew that no matter what lay ahead, we would face it together as a family—unbreakable and filled with love.

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