
Depois de preparar o jantar para os filhos, marido e sogra, uma mulher deixou sua ração de comida para trás enquanto fazia uma tarefa. Quando voltou para comer, ela havia desaparecido.
Uma mulher foi ao Reddit para descobrir se ela estava sendo irracional em sua reação às ações de sua sogra, que havia preparado o jantar para toda a sua família. Ela ficou horrorizada com o incidente.
A mulher contou que sua sogra foi à sua casa para jantar e esclareceu que, a menos que fosse um grande evento, sua família comia na sala de estar, deixando que ela preparasse os pratos e servisse a porção de cada um.

Uma família reunida em volta de uma mesa | Foto: Getty Images
A mulher disse que não teve problemas em empratar a comida de todos e servi-la. Ela tinha feito almôndegas suecas com molho, purê de batata, brócolis e pão caseiro, que ela empratou e serviu para sua família. No entanto, o que aconteceu depois a deixou chateada.
O que a sogra da mulher fez?
Depois de servir o jantar para sua família, a mulher deixou sua porção na cozinha enquanto ela saiu para cuidar da roupa que ela tinha pendurado para secar mais cedo. Ela então voltou para a cozinha para pegar sua comida.

Almôndegas suecas com purê de batatas | Foto: Getty Images
A mulher serviu cada porção generosamente, servindo mais do que ela achava que sua família poderia comer. No entanto, quando ela voltou para a cozinha, a porção que ela havia servido para si mesma havia sumido. Foi assim que ela contou :
“Perguntei se alguém sabia o que tinha acontecido com o banco de alimentos, e minha sogra me disse que queria mais.”
Depois que sua sogra lhe contou o que tinha acontecido, a mulher notou que o prato de sua sogra estava cheio de almôndegas. A mulher pensou que sua sogra tinha se servido de mais comida do que ela podia comer.

Uma mulher mais velha comendo na cozinha | Foto: Getty Images
Embora a mulher tenha ficado chocada, ela pensou que poderia ter feito pouca comida para sua família e decidiu que compraria fast food mais tarde naquela noite, pois pensou que sua sogra poderia estar “com muita fome”. No entanto, as próximas ações de sua sogra a chocaram.
O que aconteceu depois?
A mulher tinha feito as pazes com a sogra comendo até se fartar, mas ela estava descontente com o que aconteceu depois. Quando sua sogra comeu até se fartar, ela perguntou se poderia pegar emprestado um recipiente para levar o resto da comida para casa para o jantar na noite seguinte.

Mulher furiosa sendo consolada por um homem | Foto: Getty Images
A mulher ficou muito brava com a sogra e disse que o resto da comida seria o jantar dela naquela noite, e não para ela levar para casa para jantar na noite seguinte.
Ao ouvir isso, a sogra da mulher disse que ela poderia ficar com a comida restante. A mulher recusou, explicando que não queria comer as sobras do jantar da sogra e dando a ela um recipiente para levar a comida para casa.
Mais tarde, o marido da mulher perguntou a ela o que havia acontecido. Ela explicou que estava chateada porque havia preparado a refeição e não tinha conseguido comê-la, e que estava com fome. O marido da mulher concordou e mandou uma mensagem para sua mãe para avisá-la de que ela havia passado dos limites e para pedir que ela se desculpasse.
No entanto, em vez de se desculpar, a mãe da mulher disse que ela tinha sido rude e deveria ter cozinhado mais, prevendo que sua sogra poderia querer levar comida para casa.
A sogra então foi às redes sociais para compartilhar a história, e aqueles que viram as postagens disseram que a mulher era uma péssima anfitriã e estava errada por não cozinhar o suficiente para sua sogra levar comida para casa. Ela disse :
“Devo acrescentar também que estou grávida no momento e acho que às vezes posso ser bastante irracional devido aos hormônios.”
A resposta à sua pergunta foi retumbante, com muitos internautas dizendo que ela não era nada irracional por esperar poder comer o que ela tinha cozinhado. Muitos mostraram seu apoio dizendo que sua sogra foi rude por esperar sobras.
Outra usuária do Reddit também teve um problema com a sogra em casa quando a mulher mais velha pediu US$ 200 para ela limpar a casa. A mulher ficou indignada, especialmente porque ela não tinha pedido para a sogra limpar para ela.
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I Became a Burden to My Father after I Lost the Ability to Walk – Story of the Day

I Became a Burden to My Father after I Lost the Ability to Walk – Story of the Day
I was paralyzed and trapped in a wheelchair in an accident, and my father refused to be burdened with me. But then he gets taught an important lesson.
I was 19 when I was run over by a car on my way to work. For me, it was the end of the world: a screech of tires, darkness, and pain. And when I woke up, I heard the voices say I’d never walk again.
I kept asking for my father, but he only showed up three days later, looking the worse for the wear and I knew he’d been on a bender while I’d lain there fighting for my life.

She was injured in a horrible accident | Source: Shutterstock.com
My mother died when I was 12, a victim of breast cancer. I remember her as a sweet, weary woman, always cringing from my father’s cruel words, working to keep food on the table while he drank his paycheck away.
As soon as I turned 14, he ordered me to find a part-time job to help with the bills, and when I was 16, I dropped out of school and started working full time to support myself — and him.
But when my father finally arrived at the hospital to visit me, there was neither compassion nor gratitude in his eyes. The doctor explained that although my spine was not severed there had been severe bruising and compression.
I might — by a long shot — recover my ability to walk, but most likely, I would be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. And that was when my father walked away. He said to the doctor, “She’s over 18, isn’t she? She’s an adult, right? So she’s not my responsibility anymore. You take her.”

My father was an alcoholic | Source: Unsplash
I remember my doctor’s horrified expression and my father’s gaze sweeping over my limp legs. “Useless! Useless like your mother!”
Those were the last words I’d hear from him for the next six years. A little while later I was transferred to a recovery center where I was lucky enough to be assigned to a therapist named Carol Hanson.
Family is built on love, not a biological bond, or shared DNA.
She was an older, motherly woman who immediately took me under her wing. Carol was as loving as she was demanding, and she was very demanding. Over the next year, she pushed me towards a recovery I’d never dreamed possible.
The day I stood on my own two feet and took my first step, I cried like a baby, and so did Carol. It was only the beginning, and the next few months I worked even harder, but finally was pronounced healthy.

I woke to discover I was paralyzed | Source: Unsplash
It was a bittersweet moment for me. I was healed from my injury and I was walking again, but I was terrified. I had nowhere to go, no family. I was all alone in the world.
Carol walked in and found me crying. She sat beside me on the bed and put her arms around me. “Jenny,” she said to me, “it’s all right to be scared. You’re starting your life again.”
“I have no one, and nowhere to go,” I whispered, remembering other patients leaving surrounded by loving family, “I’m alone.”
“No you’re not,” Carol said firmly, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. Would you like to move in with me? Just until you get your life together again…”

I was stuck in a wheelchair | Source: Unsplash
So I did, and it was lovely. Carol and I got on beautifully, and she gave me my own room, a pretty room, the prettiest I’d ever seen. “It was my daughter’s,” Carol explained with tears in her eyes. “I lost her like you lost your mother.”
I started googling for jobs the next day on Carol’s computer, but when I came down to breakfast there were some informative flyers on the table from the local high school announcing night classes for adults wanting to complete their secondary education.
“I think,” said Carol firmly, “that you need to go back to school so you can go back to college.”
My mouth dropped open. “College? I can’t afford college!” I gasped. “Carol, I don’t have a cent to my name and no way to support myself if I don’t get a job, and quickly.”

The physiotherapist helped me heal | Source: Pexels
Carol shook her head: “No, Jenny, you can’t afford NOT to go to college. Listen, I will lend you the money, and when you graduate, you pay me back — just like a student loan with a bank.”
Anyway, she talked me into it, and I quickly completed the high school certification I needed and applied to the local college. I’ll admit Carol’s example inspired me to become a nurse, and four years later, I graduated summa cum laude.
I started working at a local hospital and ended up specializing in neo-natal care. One day, a TV crew came in to do a news story on a set of identical triplets and ended up interviewing me.
For a while, I was a bit of a celebrity, but the attention brought me an unwanted visitor. The doorbell rang and when I opened it, I was stunned to see my father standing there.

I became a nurse | Source: Pixabay
He looked terrible, like a bum, and he reeked of alcohol and sweat. “Jenny, my sweet baby girl!” he cried, reaching out his hands. “I’ve finally found you again.”
“Found me again?” I asked sharply, “You abandoned me in the hospital because I was useless, remember, like my mother?”
He squeezed out a few tears. “Oh my baby,” he sobbed. “Forgive me, I was frightened and in shock… You won’t turn your dad away now, would you? I haven’t been well…”
“You look fine to me,” I told him coldly, but my trained eye had already noted the yellow tinge to his skin and eyes. He had some kind of liver disorder, probably due to his drinking.

An unexpected visitor | Source: Pixabay
He shuffled forward. “I’m sick, Jenny, daddy really needs you…And…” he licked his lips thirstily. “And I’m broke, baby, no money for food…You’re not going to let your daddy go hungry, are you?”
“Like you left me to my fate? Helpless in a wheelchair? Guess what ‘DADDY,’ I am. Get out.” I slammed the door in his face and walked back into the lounge.
Carol looked up at me and smiled. “Who was that, Jenny?”
“Oh, just some man selling something!” I went to the sofa, sat down beside Carol, and hugged her fiercely. Carol hugged me back.

Carol adopted me | Source: Pexels
“Jenny,” she said, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about. Would you allow me to adopt you? Become your mother? Because in my heart you already are my daughter.”
I started crying and I just couldn’t stop. I had been cursed with a terrible childhood, and now as an adult, I had been lucky enough to find a loving home and a parent who cherished me.
What can we learn from this story?
1. Family is built on love, not a biological bond, or shared DNA.
2. What you give is what you get, as Jenny’s father discovered.
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