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I begged my husband repeatedly not to use my credit card without first talking to me, but he disregarded me and did as he pleased. Apparently, I had to give him a hard lesson the last time he disobeyed me!

Patrick and I have experienced many obstacles in the six years since we decided to go through life together, but nothing quite like the credit card drama. Since I’m a software engineer and can support our family, Patrick is able to fully appreciate his position as a stay-at-home father to our energetic kids.

Even though this arrangement was satisfying, it unexpectedly put stress on our relationship, especially in relation to money.

Our confidence had started to be undermined by my husband’s unpleasant habit of carelessly using my credit card for both big and minor transactions. In addition to lavishing himself with ostentatious purchases, Patrick also treated his pals like he was spending his own hard-earned cash!

There were times when, upon returning home with a newly acquired item, I pictured my husband as those video rappers, flinging cash around to the joy and excitement of the onlookers!

I realize it’s unrealistic, but at times I thought that’s exactly what he was doing.

The unapproved purchase of an ostentatious gaming chair was the last straw! My resolve was sparked by my husband’s casual response when I confronted him.

I did indeed take your card. With a dismissive shrug, he had responded, “What, you wanted ME to ask?”

To be honest, I was a little offended by his disdainful attitude because I had previously talked to him about my credit card boundaries.

Driven by a combination of frustration and a need to impart a lasting knowledge, I devised a scheme that revolved around his favorite gaming evenings. When I recommended that we host the next one, you could feel the excitement in his voice. He smiled at the news, not understanding my plan, and remarked the following regarding the concept and his new purchase:

“This is going to be amazing, baby! When they see the arrangement, they will go crazy!”

I told him to settle in and I would take care of everything as I had suggested having a game night at our house. I requested him to get food platters, drinks, and snacks for the evening.

I set up the gaming area in the interim, but I purposefully used an old, somewhat uncomfortable chair at the gaming station rather than the new one. In the garage, I also concealed the new chair.

The way things were set up, Patrick was forced to return home with the majority of his gaming buddies. As the evening went on, more and more enthusiastic gamers poured into our living room, and my husband’s joy at getting to show off his new gaming chair was obvious.

The time my husband had been waiting for finally arrived when all of his pals had shown up and settled in.

Please get ready, gentlemen. As he led the group toward the gaming station, he declared, “You’re about to witness the throne of the gods.”

Everyone was confused as soon as they entered my husband’s game room, their excited anticipation melting into confused quiet when they saw the worn-out chair that was waiting for them.

“What the…?” When Patrick turned to face me, his voice broke and his visage showed pure perplexity.

“SURPRISE!” I laughed so hard I could not restrain myself. “We’re kicking it old school tonight!”

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Boisterous laughing burst from Patrick’s pals, who were unable to contain their happiness. A friend of his laughed and said, “That’s one impressive gaming throne, Pat!”

“That elegant chair, huh? I gave it back. Extra money was required to purchase these stunning shoes. You wanted ME to ask, what? My statements reflected his past apathy, only magnified for his audience.

Patrick realized the lesson at hand as his discomfort from the constant teasing increased. We were left alone with the evening’s burden hanging between us as the laughter subsided and our visitors left.

With a tone that was tempered by humility, Patrick shattered the quiet. “I… I did not notice it in your light. “I apologize,” he said, his apology dangling vulnerably in midair.

His remorse opened the door to a candid discussion, the first of many steps toward repairing our relationship. Pat, it’s all about respect. “In everything, we’re partners,” I kindly reminded him.

My spouse never used my credit card without first asking me after that day.

Unexpectedly, months after the event with the gaming chair, Patrick showed me his computer and a project that signaled the beginning of his creative comeback. His passion and effort resulted in a computer game that will undoubtedly impact our family’s future.

“This is for us, folks. For our family,” he said, his voice full of newly discovered meaning. I gave him a gentle kiss and hug after noticing that he had dedicated all of his free time to helping his family. My pride was overflowing as my man had made amends!

Although it started off as a source of amusement and criticism, the gaming chair incident actually served as a catalyst for our relationship’s development. It served as a reminder that the foundation of our common life is communication and empathy.

What about Patrick’s match? It’s evidence of his dedication, a ray of hope for the future we share, and a brand-new journey we take on hand in hand.

Even if the tale above had a wonderful conclusion, here’s another one with a similar theme with a credit card issue:

Jack is so busy with his work that he hardly gets time to relax, much less spend time with his two teenage daughters, Hope and Chloe. His days were a haze of appointments and due dates, and he delegated the parenting to his second wife, Jenna, and the girls’ stepmother.

He offered Jenna a credit card as compensation for his absence, thinking that shopping sprees would make up for the gap his work schedule caused. At twelve, Chloe, the younger, appeared to be doing well, flaunting her new outfits and technology every other day.

However, 14-year-old Hope appeared distant, her hands devoid of the shopping bags her sister proudly displayed. Jack saw it, but he was unable to persuade Hope to talk about it. Then, he got a shocking email one day at work: a 37-minute audio clip that Hope had recorded during a recent shopping excursion.

His heart sank at what he heard. Though the child insisted on getting a bag, Jenna refused, saying they didn’t have the money. As things got worse, Jenna lost it and told Hope to seek her biological father for the bag—a nasty remark that made Jack feel extremely hurt.

When Jack confronted his wife, she attempted to downplay it, saying that Jack had misinterpreted what she had said. He didn’t buy it, though. He loved both of his daughters equally and did not think that Jenna’s harsh remarks or favoritism was appropriate.

He decisively cancelled her credit card, which led to a heated dispute. There was an awkward hush in the home when Jenna stormed off to stay with her sister. As word of the tale spread online, Jack began to question whether he had been too severe.

Though the family was still broken, Jenna stayed in constant contact with Chloe at this time. Jack’s sister-in-law criticized him for being overly strict, but he didn’t back down because he thought he was doing the right thing by standing up for his daughter’s equal treatment rights.

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A mother sold her old stroller to feed her four children, only to find it returned to her doorstep the next day with a note inside

A pregnant mother of three needs to sell her stroller to feed her three children after she was abandoned by her husband.

Anne Sargent sat on her kitchen floor and cried. It was past midnight, and it was the only time she could allow herself to show her pain — when her three children were asleep upstairs.

Anne felt the baby move and placed a tender hand on her belly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to her unborn child. “I’m doing my best, but it’s just not good enough…”

Just two months ago, Anne had been a radially happy wife and mother, confidently expecting the birth of her fourth child, and confident in her place in the world and her husband’s love. That woman was gone.

Derek had come home one night and told her he was leaving, just like that. “But why?” asked Anne. “I don’t understand, I thought we were happy!”

“YOU were happy!” Derek cried. “YOU, not me! All you did was have babies and fuss over them, now there’s one more on the way!”

“But you WANTED children!” Anne protested. “You were happy every time I was pregnant…”

A family is built on understanding and mutual respect.
“Happy?” screamed Derek. “Happy that you gave all your love and attention to the kids? All I was to you was a paycheck! Well, that’s OVER!”

So three months after Anne announced her fourth pregnancy, Derek was gone. Anne immediately went out and found herself a part-time job at a local grocery store.

The owner would have been willing to give her a full-time job, but for that, Anne would have needed to pay a sitter for her three boys and that would have consumed most of her salary, so she carefully stretched her salary. But even with the child support check Derek sent, it just wasn’t enough.

Anne started selling some antique china she’d inherited from her grandmother and that paid for the utilities for a few months. Then she sold a silver brush-and-mirror set she’d had since she was a little girl, and that paid for groceries. Little by little, as her belly grew, Anne sold her treasures to keep her family safe and fed.

Then one day, there was nothing left to sell except bric-a-brac. Anything of greater value was gone. Anne looked at the old stroller she’d brought up from the cellar.

It had been hers when she was a baby and had been used by each of her children in turn. It was very old, probably from the sixties, but it was in mint condition.

She ran her hand over the roses painted on the side and bit back her tears. She needed it for the new baby, but she needed the money even more.

She thought about getting a good price for it down at the flea market. Vintage items were always popular… And so she took the stroller to the flea market, and one of the dealers gave her $50 for it. Not much at all, but every cent helped.

Anne walked away, sure she’d never see the stroller again, but she was wrong. Two days later, she opened the front door and saw the stroller on the porch!

There was an envelope inside and Anne opened it and read: “Please call me.” The message was followed by a phone number. Anne called the number ad a woman answered her.

“Hello?” Anne said. “Are you the person who left the stroller? How did you know who it belonged to and where I live?”

“Derek told me,” the woman on the other side said. “I’m Grace Robbs. I think we should meet.”

An hour later, Grace was sitting on Anne’s sofa sipping tea. She was a pretty woman, six or seven years younger than Anne, and she looked very unhappy. Her pale skin was blotched and her eyes were swollen as if she’d been crying.

“How do you know Derek,” Anne asked, even though in her heart she already knew the answer.

“I was his girlfriend,” Grace said.

“Was?” asked Anne. “You broke up?”

“Today, as a matter of fact,” Grace said and started crying. “I didn’t know…I didn’t know about you or the children, or the baby… I found out I was pregnant, and I didn’t know how to tell him…”

“So I went to the flea market with a friend and saw this darling stroller and I bought it. I put it in the middle of the lounge and tied balloons to it with a message: ‘Hello Dad!’”

“But he wasn’t happy like I thought he’d be. He started screaming and asking where II got the stroller and if his stupid wife had given it to me. He asked if it was a joke.”

“He told me to take it right back, that he didn’t want to know about your baby. So I told him: ‘It’s for OUR baby.’ and that’s when he went crazy.”

“He accused me of wanting to trap him and said he already had three brats with you and one more on the way, and he didn’t want my baby. He told me to get out and come to you.”

“He said: ‘Might as well have all the breeding cows under the same roof.’ I’m so sorry, I didn’t know about you, I guess I didn’t know him at all!”

Anne got up and put her arm around the crying girl. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay, you’ll see.”

“He’s kicked me out,” Grace said quietly. “I have no family here and nowhere to go. I have a job, but with the rents in this city, I can’t afford to live alone, and who is going to want a pregnant roommate?”

“I will!” Anne said firmly. “I need a tenant because what I earn isn’t enough, and I can’t work full-time because I can’t afford a babysitter for after school.”

“But…” Grace’s face lit up. “I work online! I can take care of the kids after school. I love kids!”

“So I can take a full-time job?” asked Anne, delighted. “The owner of the grocery store wants me to manage it for him. With your help, I can! And you don’t have to worry about stuff for the baby. After three kids I have enough for an army.”

Grace smiled through her tears. “And we have the stroller too…” she pointed out. “Are you sure? It’s Derek’s baby…”

“No,” Anne shook her head. “It’s YOUR baby, and my children’s sibling, that is all that matters.”

The two women settled into a new life together, and when Anne’s baby was born, Grace was there. When it was Grace’s turn four months later, Anne held her hand. They became a real family and raised their five children together.

As for Derek, he had several failed relationships and eventually came knocking on Anne’s door. He was shocked when he saw Grace there and asked to speak to Anne. “What do you want, Derek?” Anne asked.

“I miss you, babe…” Derek said.

Anne stared at him for a long moment then said, “Sorry, so not interested!” And she closed the door in his face.

What can we learn from this story?

If we work together, we can overcome any problem. Anne and Grace couldn’t survive alone, but together they were an unbeatable team.
A family is built on understanding and mutual respect. Anne and Grace forged a family out of their friendship and mutual support.

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