A controlling woman kicks her daughter-in-law out of the house with her newborn child, only to find herself in appalling conditions years later.
Abbie and Jonathan were married for three years when they welcomed their son, Timothy. They lived in Austin, Texas, with Jonathan’s mother, Susan, who wasn’t the worst by all accounts but wasn’t the best either.
Susan’s problem was that she wanted total control over everything, especially Jonathan’s life. To her relief, she was always successful since Jonathan was a “mama’s boy” who never went against her.
However, things began to change when Abbie came into Jonathan’s life. He began to devote a significant percentage of his attention to her, making Susan believe that Abbie was pulling him away from her.
Eventually, Abbie got the impression that Susan despised her, so she advised Jonathan that they move out. But he politely declined, saying, “Oh darling, come on! You know how mom is! She may seem harsh on the outside, but she is soft on the inside. She adores you just as much as she adores me.”
But Abbie knew that wasn’t the case, and her worst fears proved true one day…
Mrs. Norris wasn’t supportive of Abbie and Jonathan’s relationship. | Source: Pexels
“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE WITH THAT BABY!” Susan yelled at Abbie as she and Jonathan returned from the hospital following Timothy’s birth. She didn’t even go to the hospital for Abbie’s delivery because she despised her. And once Abbie was home, she already had a brilliant plan to get rid of her “pathetic” daughter-in-law.
“Susan, what’s the matter?” Abbie stared at her, bewildered. She didn’t understand why the woman would say something like that to her.
“Good Lord! Susan?” she whispered in disbelief on seeing her mother-in-law in such a terrible condition.
“What’s the matter with me?” she retorted. “That boy is not my son’s blood! He looks nothing like my son!” she lied, screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Susan!” Abbie yelled back, teary-eyed. “How could you say such a thing? He’s your grandson…Jonathan,” she said, turning to her husband. “Why aren’t you saying anything? You know he’s—”
Before Abbie could finish, Susan cut her off. “Stop bewitching my son with those crocodile tears of yours! You’ve already wrecked his life. Pack your things and get lost!” she repeated and grabbed Jonathan’s arm, pulling him to her side.
Mrs. Norris ordered Abbie to leave the house. | Source: Pexels
“Jonathan….” Abbie looked at him with hopeful eyes, but he didn’t utter a word. Instead, he stood by his mother’s side and lowered his head in shame.
Abbie couldn’t believe Jonathan didn’t say anything to his mother, even if it meant losing his son! She realized whatever was happening to her was probably the worst thing she’d ever faced, but she reasoned it was probably for the best if she moved away from the toxicity. So she packed her belongings and left Susan’s home to live with her parents.
Several years went by and Abbie had raised Timothy on her own, giving him the finest of everything. Fortunately, she also healed from the pain of her toxic marriage with Jonathan and took the first step towards divorce and a happy life with her son as a single mother.
A few years after the divorce, she found love again when she crossed paths with a man named Edward at Timothy’s school. He was a widower with a daughter, Caroline. He and Abbie fell in love and got married.
Abbie felt her life was complete after marrying Edward. She had a wonderful family, an excellent job, two beautiful children, and a devoted husband. She never thought about the horrific past again until something unexpected happened one day…
Abbie took a drastic step and became a single mom. | Source: Pexels
After dropping Caroline and Timothy off at school, Abbie was on her way to work when she noticed an elderly woman dumpster diving for food.
“Good Lord!” she sighed as she came to a halt and glanced at the woman. “What misery did she go through to have to eat from a dumpster?”
Abbie reached into her handbag for cash and got out of the car to offer it to the woman. But as she got closer, something about the woman’s filthy clothes made her stop.
She recognized the woman’s coat and immediately came to a halt in the middle of the street until a car blew its horn, interrupting her thoughts. When the homeless woman turned around to face her, Abbie’s suspicions were confirmed.
“Good Lord! Susan?” she whispered in disbelief on seeing her mother-in-law in such a terrible condition. “Susan, what happened to you? What are you doing here?” she asked worriedly as she dashed over to her.
Mrs. Norris was looking through trash for food. | Source: Shutterstock
With tears in her eyes, the older woman stared at her. “Abbie? Forgive me for what I did, sweetheart,” she pleaded, bursting into tears. “Please forgive me! I’m starving! I haven’t eaten in days….” She fell at Abbie’s feet and wouldn’t stop crying.
Abbie never liked Susan, but she wasn’t so heartless that she would leave her like that on the streets. So she took a day off from work and accompanied the older woman to a restaurant.
As Susan finished eating, Abbie gently asked, “Susan, how did you end up like this? Where’s Jonathan?”
“All I can say is I paid for my sins, sweetheart,” she sighed, teary-eyed. “I lost everything I had. My Jonathan is no longer with me. He left me alone, and I was so miserable after that….”
Susan wouldn’t stop crying as she revealed that Jonathan was returning home from work one day when he was attacked and robbed by some hooligans. He tried to fight back, but he eventually succumbed to the injuries and died before reaching the hospital.
Jonathan’s death left Mrs. Norris miserable. | Source: Pexels
After the terrible accident, Susan almost lost her mind. Every night, she would sit for hours on her son’s bed, clutching his things and crying. She didn’t want to do anything or interact with anyone. She eventually gave up on life and began roaming the streets.
“I still have the house, but it’s so empty without him. It comes back to bite me when I go back there. I don’t want to be there. I want to run away from all the bad memories…All the bad things I did to you, oh, I regret them so much. Will you please forgive me? I beg of you!” she pleaded, trembling.
Seeing Susan’s dreadful situation, Abbie knew she had already had her fair share of suffering for her wrongdoings, so softening her heart for the older woman, she decided to let go of the past and forgive her.
“It’s all right, Susan,” she said. “I don’t have anything against you or Jonathan. In fact, I’m happy I went on with my life because I now have a beautiful husband and two wonderful children.”
Susan was surprised. “You remarried?”
Abbie was happy with her married life. | Source: Pexels
“Yes! And I am very happy with my life now,” Abbie replied, smiling.
Susan felt a tinge of jealousy, and she dropped her head in shame. But Abbie forgave her and decided to help her out, so Abbie started visiting her home and helping her around the house once in a while.
She also told Edward everything, and he was very sympathetic and supportive. Leaving the horrific past behind them, they now often invite Susan to their home and spend time with her so that she does not feel alone.
What can we learn from this story?
- One day, everyone pays the price for their wrongdoings. Susan ruined Abbie and Jonathan’s relationship and paid the price for it when she found herself all alone.
- Good things always happen to good people. Though Abbie’s divorce from Jonathan was devastating, it ultimately resulted in a much happier life for her and Timothy.
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My Bridesmaids Were Secretly Passing Something to My Husband at Our Wedding – By the End of the Night, He Ended Our Marriage
They say you don’t just marry a person — you marry their family. If only someone had warned me how true that would be, maybe I wouldn’t have ended up in tears, clutching my wedding dress in an empty apartment the night my husband accused me of the one thing I’d never done.
I’m 27, and six months ago, I moved across the country to be with my fiancé, Adam. At 29, he seemed to have everything figured out — a steady job, loyal friends, and a family that adored him.
A happy couple | Source: Pexels
He grew up in this quaint little town where everyone knew each other, and while it was intimidating at first, I told myself I could make it work. After all, Adam was my everything. Moving here felt like the natural next step in our love story.
Wedding planning was… a ride. From the moment Adam proposed, his older sister, Beth, practically took over. At 31, she had this air of authority that made it hard to push back.
Man proposing to his girlfriend | Source: Pexels
“Trust me, you’ll need the help,” she’d said with a knowing smile when I hesitated. And honestly? She wasn’t wrong. Planning a wedding is stressful. Plus, Beth seemed to know everyone in town—florists, photographers, even the guy who made custom invitations.
It was like having my own small-town wedding planner.
Still, something felt off when Beth casually insisted her childhood friends, Sarah, Kate, and Olivia, be my bridesmaids, despite me barely knowing them.
“They’re family,” Beth explained. “They’ll make your life easier.”
Wedding planner and bride to be talking | Source: Midjourney
Looking back, that might’ve been my first mistake.
The decision to let Beth and her friends be my bridesmaids wasn’t one I made lightly. It felt strange, to hand over such an intimate role to people I barely knew.
But Beth had a way of making things sound reasonable. “You don’t have many people here yet,” she’d said, patting my hand like a big sister. “Let us help. It’ll make Adam happy too.”
So, I agreed.
Women having a conversation | Source: Mdijourney
The wedding day started like a dream. The sun kissed the horizon as I got ready, the venue glowed with soft fairy lights, and my dress… oh, my dress. I caught my reflection in the mirror and gasped. For a moment, everything felt perfect.
But then, there were the bridesmaids.
It started as small things. Whispered conversations that stopped as soon as I walked into the room. Glances exchanged between Sarah and Kate that felt odd.
I tried to shake it off. Maybe I’m just overthinking. It was my wedding day. I had enough on my plate without worrying about cryptic bridesmaids’ behavior.
Bride and her bridesmaids | Source: Midjourney
But during the reception, things got weirder. While I was chatting with my aunt, I caught Sarah walking up to Adam. She handed him something—small, wrapped in what looked like tissue paper. He gave her a quick nod and slipped it into his pocket.
“What was that?” I asked Sarah later, my voice light but curious.
“Oh, just something for the honeymoon,” she said with a wink. “You’ll see.”
Kate had been teasing me about their “ultimate gift” all week, so I tried to laugh it off. “You all are so mysterious,” I said. But deep down, unease settled in my stomach.
Bride and her bridesmaids having a conversation | Source: Midjourney
By the third time, I saw one of them pass Adam something, I couldn’t ignore it. What were they giving him? And why did they seem so secretive about it?
The reception should have been magical. I should have been twirling under the lights, laughing with Adam, surrounded by love and joy. Instead, I spent half the night watching my husband—the man I’d just promised to spend forever with—drift further away from me.
“Adam, come dance with me!” I called to him at one point, waving him over to the dance floor. He hesitated, looking over at Beth, who gave him a subtle nod.
Emotionally distant groom looking at his bride | Source: Midjourney
“In a minute,” he said, his tone tight. Then he turned back to her and the bridesmaids.
My best friend, Megan, who was among the guests, leaned over and whispered, “Is it just me, or is your husband acting… weird?”
I swallowed hard. “It’s not just you.”
By the time we were supposed to cut the cake, the tension was unbearable. That’s when Adam grabbed my hand and pulled me aside. His face was pale, his eyes avoiding mine.
Bride and groom having a fight | Source: Midjourney
“We need to talk,” he said. His voice was low.
“Talk about what Adam,” I asked, forcing a nervous laugh.
“I can’t do this,” he said, his words hitting like a slap.
I froze. “Can’t do what?” My voice cracked as panic crept in.
“This marriage.” His eyes finally met mine, and they were full of something I couldn’t quite name. Anger? Sadness?
I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. “What are you talking about?”
“I know what you’ve been hiding.”
“Hiding?” I repeated, my voice rising in disbelief. “Adam, what—”
Bride and groom having a fight | Source: Midjourney
He reached into his pocket and pulled out several envelopes. My blood ran cold as he laid out their contents: photos, screenshots, even a receipt.
The first photo was of me walking out of a café, laughing with a man I didn’t recognize. The next showed us sitting close together at what looked like a dinner table. Then came a grainy shot of me entering a hotel lobby, supposedly with the same man.
“Adam, I’ve never—”
“Stop lying,” he cut me off, throwing down a stack of printed screenshots.
For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney
I picked one up, my hands shaking. It was a text conversation, supposedly between me and this mystery man.
Him: Can’t wait to see you again, beautiful.
Me: Last night was amazing. Same time next week?
Another text showed plans for a hotel meeting, along with a confirmation email for a room booked under my name.
“This is insane,” I whispered. “This isn’t me, Adam. Someone—someone faked this.”
Emotional bride talking to her groom | Source: Midjourney
His laugh was bitter and humorless. “Faked? You expect me to believe this?”
Tears blurred my vision. “I don’t even know that man! Adam, please, you have to believe me!”
But he just shook his head. “I don’t know what’s worse—that you think I’m stupid enough to fall for your lies or that you did this to us in the first place.”
By the end of the night, Adam stood in front of the guests and announced, “There’s been a change of plans. The wedding is off.”
Emotional groom | Source: Midjourney
Gasps filled the room. I couldn’t even look at anyone as I ran out of the venue, my dress snagging on the steps, tears blurring my vision. My fairy tale had turned into a public nightmare.
Megan rushed toward me, her face pale with shock. The once beautiful decorations became a blur as Megan guided me past clusters of whispering guests.
Emotional bride running | Source: Midjourney
In the car, Megan didn’t ask questions. She didn’t push me to explain. She just handed me tissues and stayed silent as sobs wracked my body. “How did this happen?” I choked out eventually. “What did I do to deserve this?”
“You didn’t do anything,” Megan said firmly, her voice thick with anger. “This is on Adam. And Beth. And all of them. Not you.”
But it didn’t feel that way.
Sad bride talking to her friend in the car | Source: Midjourney
The days that followed were a haze of misery. I barely ate and barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Adam’s face, cold and unforgiving.
My mom gave me all the support I needed. “I’m here, sweetheart,” she whispered. “I’ve got you.”
I sobbed into her shoulder, the pain pouring out in waves. “Mom, he doesn’t believe me,” I cried. “He thinks I’m a liar, a cheat—”
Emotional woman talking to her mother | Source: Midjourney
“Then he doesn’t know you,” she said fiercely, pulling back to look me in the eye. “And if he doesn’t know the incredible woman you are, then he’s the fool, not you.”
Megan stayed too, her protective energy like a shield around me.
But nothing eased the ache in my chest. Nothing could undo the humiliation of being cast aside on my wedding day.
And then one day, Sarah called.
Woman on phone | Source: Midjourney
Sarah’s voice cracked as she spoke, guilt pouring through the phone like a confession she’d held onto for too long. “Beth… she planned everything. The texts, the photos, all of it. It was her idea.”
I clutched the phone tighter. “What do you mean, planned everything?” My voice was sharp, but my heart pounded in disbelief.
“She said she needed to protect Adam,” Sarah said. “She called you a gold-digger, said you weren’t good enough for him. She thought if he married you, he’d regret it forever.”
Woman on phone | Source: Midjourney
“Protect him?” I repeated, my voice rising. “By destroying me? By humiliating me in front of everyone?”
“I know. I know,” Sarah said, tears audible in her voice. “We didn’t know… we thought she was telling the truth. Beth showed us fake screenshots, fake photos. She said you’d deny it, that you’d gaslight Adam if he confronted you. We thought we were helping him.”
“You thought ruining my life was helping?,” I asked my voice full of anger.
“I didn’t know the truth until after the wedding,” Sarah said quickly. “I’m so sorry. I found out Beth hired someone to stage those photos. And the texts? She made them herself.”
Woman talking on phone | Source: Midjourney
I sank into my chair, shaking as Sarah sent me the screenshots of their group chat. There it was, in black and white: Beth orchestrating everything. Messages detailing how to present the “evidence,” coaching the bridesmaids on how to act, and laughing about how I’d “never see it coming.”
The following day, when I confronted Adam with the proof, his face crumpled. “Beth… did this?” he asked, his voice hollow. “Why would she—”
“She wanted to protect you,” I said bitterly, tossing the phone onto the table. “From me, apparently.”
Woman and a man having a conversation | Source: Midjourney
Adam dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face. “I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t know. Please, let me fix this. I’ll cut Beth out of my life—I’ll do anything. Just give me another chance.”
But I couldn’t. His choice to believe them over me, to humiliate me without even hearing my side, had shattered something too deep to repair.
“I can’t, Adam,” I said quietly. “You didn’t trust me when it mattered most. And I can’t build a life on that.”
Woman and a man having a conversation | Source: Midjourney
A few days later, I packed my things, left the city, and moved back home to my family. Slowly, I started piecing my life back together. Adam’s calls and emails still come, but I don’t answer.
Love without trust isn’t love—it’s a gamble. And I’ve learned to stop betting on people who don’t believe in me.
If you take anything from my story, let it be this: the family you marry into matters just as much as the person you marry. Choose wisely.
Stressed woman | Source: Midjourney
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