When Tammy gets a panicked phone call from her 13-year-old daughter, Piper, she does what any mother would do. She rushes home to make sure that everyone is okay, especially because Piper said that there was a woman with her husband, Paul, and they were locked in the master bedroom. But when Tammy gets home, she sees that not everything is what it seemed.
I was barely paying attention to the droning voice on the other end of the conference call when my phone vibrated violently on the table. It was Piper, my daughter. Heart skipping a beat, I excused myself from the call and answered quickly.
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“Mommy, please come home, there’s a woman screaming!” Piper’s voice trembled with fear.
Panic surged through me.
“Honey, where’s Dad? Wasn’t he supposed to pick you up from school today?”
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My daughter hesitated, sighing deeply before she continued.
“Dad is here! He’s in your room! He and the woman are in your room,” she replied, a note of confusion in her voice.
Piper was 13; she was still innocent to the world and everything that came with it.
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But hearing her, my heart started racing.
“Baby, stay where you are. I’m coming right now.”
I quickly returned to my conference call, saying that I had a family emergency to get to. I pulled my keys off the Lego hook Piper had made me, and left the office immediately.
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Thoughts of betrayal sliced through me as I sped home.
But it made no sense, Paul was the most considerate person I had ever met. And he was the complete opposite of me. Paul was warm and loving, whereas I could be cold and straightforward.
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He was into alternative medicine and healing and knew everything he could about crystals and the like. He healed through his hands. There was no way that he would willingly hurt me like this.
But then again, my daughter was in the house. And Piper wouldn’t lie about this.
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Is he really cheating on me? I thought as I gripped the steering wheel. With our daughter right in the house?
It would be unforgivable. It would be the end. I would leave Paul and never go back.
As I sat at a red light, I thought about what Piper was thinking. Surely, hearing a random woman scream was enough to shake her to her core.
Twenty frantic minutes later, I pulled into the driveway, nearly colliding with the mailbox in my haste. Now that I was here, my panic had intensified deeper.
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I thought about looking for Piper first, but I didn’t want to alert Paul and his guest to my presence. I wanted to catch him in the act.
I took my phone out of my handbag and was ready to confront the worst. I had my camera recording. I heard sounds coming from my bedroom, followed by a woman’s loud whimper.
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Pushing open the door, the scene before me halted me in my tracks.
Paul, my husband, was massaging a woman in our room.
But it wasn’t what it seemed; that was clear. My husband’s hands were professional and focused.
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My husband worked as a masseur and reiki master, and while he had his own rooms, sometimes clients would come home for their appointments.
But this was the first time that he had set up his table in our bedroom. Then it dawned on me; we were renovating Paul’s office outside the house.
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Of course, he had no other place to work from home. He had all these ideas about turning our garden cottage into an entire Zen space for himself.
But our contractors were working at their own pace, and the project was taking a lot longer than it should have.
At the sound of my gasp, they both turned and jerked in surprise.
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“I’m so, so sorry,” I stuttered, the blood draining from my face as I realized the gravity of my misunderstanding.
Turning off the camera, I felt a rush of embarrassment.
I went to Piper’s room and found her sitting under the covers with a book.
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“Come on, sweetheart,” I said. “Let’s go make some cookies.”
I needed to do something with my hands. I felt an impossible sense of guilt. I should have known that Paul would never cheat on me; he just wasn’t that type of man. If he was feeling unfulfilled in any way, then he would have told me straight out, rather than betray me.
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But it was more than that; Paul was an incredible father, and he always ensured that Piper was taken care of first. It was one of the reasons that he was renovating the space outside, so that he could always be around for her.
The thought of Paul doing anything unsavory in front of our child was unheard of, and yet I still believed it.
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But as I went about taking all the cookie ingredients out, I realized that I was justified in my feelings.
I reacted as any mother would. I reacted to the panic of my daughter, however misunderstood it now was.
I knew what I needed to do. I needed to explain it all to Piper; she needed to know that there was nothing wrong with Paul’s actions.
“Honey, do you know what Dad does for work?” I asked, trying to smooth over the confusion in her mind.
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“Yes, he massages people, right?” she said, picking her way through the chocolate chips.
“So, the woman upstairs, she’s one of Dad’s clients,” I continued gently.
“Okay,” she said quietly.
I measured the flour as Piper helped herself to a glass of milk.
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“But then, why was she screaming?” my daughter asked. “Was Dad hurting her? Isn’t a massage supposed to feel good? I know how you feel when Dad massages your feet.”
I stood beside her and gently bumped my hip to hers.
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“Well, some massages are a bit more intense, honey. You can ask Dad when he’s done, and he can explain it to you. You know, once, Dad did an anticellulite massage for me; I screamed the entire time because it was so painful, but it helped me! If the woman was screaming, it wasn’t meant to hurt her beyond helping her heal.”
Piper looked at me for a moment and then nodded.
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“Dad wasn’t doing anything wrong,” I said as I put the first batch of cookies into the oven.
“Why did Dad do it here?” she asked, her mind still racing.
“You can ask Dad, but maybe she just needed to see him today. And he wasn’t at his rooms, remember? He needed to pick you up from school.”
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Piper looked down at the counter and added chocolate chips to her milk. Not that they would do anything to the flavor.
Finally, she seemed satisfied with all my answers.
I washed the dishes while the cookies baked. Piper told me all about her day at school and how much she loved her new art class.
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“We can do whatever we want, Mom!” she said. “Like, today, we were told to paint something with the color blue. That was the theme, and we could do whatever we wanted within those lines.”
As the oven bell went off, I took the cookies out and left them for Piper.
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I went back upstairs, ready to apologize to my husband and the woman once again. As I entered my bedroom, Paul was wrapping up and folding the towels. The client, now dressed, offered an awkward apology before leaving, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Once we were alone, I approached Paul, who was blowing off the candles with more force than necessary.
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“Paul, I’m so sorry,” I began. “I thought the worst. I feared the worst. I fed off Piper’s energy because she didn’t know what was happening, so I was terrified at the panic in her voice.”
My husband stopped and looked at me, his expression softening.
“I saw the look on your face, Tammy,” he said. “I should have realized how this looked and warned you. I should have explained it to Piper, too. Cheryl is very loud when it comes to these things.”
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“You need to talk to Piper,” I said. “I think she understands, but at the same time, it would make more sense coming from you. She’ll feel comforted.”
My husband enveloped me into a bear hug.
We held each other, the earlier adrenaline giving way to a shaky relief.
“Let’s just make sure we talk more, okay? I never want to feel that way again,” I murmured into his chest.
As we disconnected from the embrace, I felt the tension dissipate. We had stumbled, yes, but we had also found our way back to trust.
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We went downstairs, and Paul took out a tub of vanilla ice cream to make ice cream sandwiches.
Paul was going to talk to Piper, and I was going to shower to give them some space.
I knew that he would make her understand everything properly.
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What would you have done?
My Avaricious In-Laws Attempted to Dismiss Our Ill Mother, but She Cleverly Schooled Them
When Lexie’s husband, Cameron, learned that his parents had lost their jobs and would have to leave their home, he was deeply troubled. Lexie felt for him and decided to let her mother take them in, even though they didn’t have room themselves.
Cameron’s parents, Jessica and Roger, moved into Lexie’s mother’s spacious home, which was already adapted for her mother’s wheelchair needs. Initially, things seemed to go smoothly, with Jessica cooking meals and Roger helping with yard work. However, that didn’t last long.
Soon, they started to complain about their living situation. They were unhappy that Lexie’s mother occupied the first floor and criticized the simple meals she provided. Despite finding jobs, Jessica as a librarian and Roger as a proofreader, they refused to buy their own groceries.
Concerned for her mother, Lexie noticed that Jessica and Roger were even suggesting that her mother move to a nursing home. When Lexie confronted her mom about it, her mother assured her that she could handle the situation.
A few days later, Lexie’s mother told Jessica and Roger to pack up and move downstairs, claiming she needed a nursing home. However, instead of moving to the first floor, her mother called social services for help.
The next day, social workers arrived, ready to assist Jessica and Roger in finding social housing. They were furious and confronted Lexie and Cameron. Jessica shouted that it was unfair, while Roger claimed they had done so much for Lexie’s mother.
Cameron felt torn between his parents and his wife, but Lexie defended her mother, reminding them that they had taken advantage of her kindness. Despite their protests, Jessica and Roger were told they would have to find their own way.
Though angry, they were eventually placed in a small apartment near their jobs. Afterward, Cameron worried it was all his fault, but Lexie reassured him that his parents had been ungrateful.
That night, Lexie suggested they visit his parents to check on them. The next day, they found Jessica and Roger surrounded by unpacked boxes and the smell of burnt toast. They admitted to their wrongdoings and realized they had taken advantage of Lexie’s mother.
Cameron expressed his disappointment in them, explaining how their behavior affected him. Lexie stayed quiet, allowing Cameron to speak his mind while they all shared a meal. On their way home, Cameron stopped to buy flowers for Lexie’s mother, showing his appreciation for her kindness.
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