After a difficult delivery, Olivia’s mother became comatose, but she woke up years later, not realizing how long it had been. She hated her daughter for everything that happened until she saw something on Olivia’s computer.
“Dad, can you tell me what happened back then?” Olivia asked her father once again. Heath had always been reluctant to tell his daughter this story, but she was old enough to know now.
“I met your mother the night I saw her performing for the first time. Renata was the best ballerina this town had ever seen, and I had to meet her. I thought she would reject me, but she didn’t. We started dating immediately,” Heath reminisced.
Olivia visited her mother constantly for 17 years. | Source: Shutterstock
“What happened?”
“I really wanted a child after we got married, but she would have had to give up her career. Eventually, Renata agreed, and we were so happy. When she was about 7 months pregnant, the doctors told us that she had a big spinal problem,” Olivia’s father continued.
“Oh no!”
“Yeah, honey. It was bad. They told her it would be better to induce her labor then and try to repair it. You were born premature but healthy and thriving. Unfortunately, Renata’s surgery was complicated. The doctors said she pulled through, but she never woke up,” Heath said sadly.
Doctors couldn’t explain exactly what happened. | Source: Pexels
“They didn’t explain why?” Olivia asked.
“No. They said that she could wake up any minute. That’s why we visited her so often. I’ve been waiting, but it doesn’t seem like it will happen. I’m losing hope,” her father added.
“No, dad! She’ll wake up! She’s my mom!” Olivia exclaimed. Coincidentally, the doctor called the next day, as Renata had miraculously awakened.
“How is this possible, Dr. Green?” Heath asked when they arrived at the hospital.
“There’s no explanation right now, Mr. Haney. We’ll have to run some tests, but there might never be an answer,” the physician answered.
Heath wanted to see Renata before she met Olivia. | Source: Pexels
“Honey, let me go in first. Remember, she doesn’t know that 17 years have gone by,” Heath told Olivia. She agreed and stayed back, although the teen girl was dying to talk to her mother after all these years.
Heath walked into Renata’s room. “My love! You’re here! Why am I so tired? Did the surgery go well?” she wondered and hugged Heath. He didn’t know how to answer her questions but settled on hugging her back.
“Where’s the baby? Can I see her?” Renata wondered.
“Yes, darling. But you might be a little surprised,” Heath began. “Olivia, can you come in here, please.”
Olivia greeted her mom happily. | Source: Pexels
Olivia stepped into the room, and there she was. Her mother was sitting up on the bed and smiling. She had been dying to see this after so many years of talking to her sleeping form. “Hello, Mom!” Olivia said.
“What is this, Heath? Is she the nanny? Where’s our baby?” Renata asked in confusion, frowning when Olivia called her “mom.”
“No, darling. It’s a long story,” Heath started. He explained everything to Renata slowly, and at first, she refused to believe it.
“No! You’re lying! This is a prank! That’s impossible!” Renata yelled and cried. “Get that girl out of my room and bring me my baby!”
Renata didn’t want anything to do with her daughter. | Source: Pexels
“Renata, calm down, please,” Heath said. But just then, Renata saw herself in the mirror. She saw all those 17 years on her face, and any chance to be the best ballerina in the world was gone now. She went quiet.
After a few days, the doctor cleared her to go home, but Renata refused to speak to Olivia. Olivia did everything around the house, hoping to please her mother. “Mom, what do you want for dinner?” she asked one evening.
“Don’t call me ‘mom.’ I don’t want anything from you,” she replied disdainfully and went upstairs. That night, she made Heath have dinner alone with her, while Olivia stayed in her room. Over the next few days, Renata treated her daughter worse.
Renata made messes that Olivia had to clean. | Source: Pexels
When Olivia cleaned, Renata purposely made another mess like cracking a raw egg on the kitchen table, which Olivia had to clean again. “Why are you doing this to me?” Olivia asked.
“I’m not doing anything. I just don’t want you in my house,” Renata said nonchalantly.
“I’m your daughter!” Olivia wailed.
“That’s what Heath says, but I don’t care! I don’t want you here! You need to leave now!” Renata added angrily. She walked into Olivia’s room and decided that the girl had to leave immediately. She started packing her things until she saw her computer.
She looked through Olivia’s computer and discovered heartwarming videos. | Source: Pexels
She started clicking stuff and discovered a folder named “For Mom.” It was a collection of videos Olivia made dedicated to her. She was there in the hospital on Renata’s birthday. She talked about missing her mom and how she couldn’t wait to see her wake up.
It brought tears to her eyes and she suddenly grieved all the years she had lost and how she blamed her child for it. “Mother! Why are you packing my things? Is this revenge for what happened when you got pregnant with me?” Olivia exclaimed when she entered her room.
“No, baby. I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have blamed you. None of this was your fault! Waking up from a coma and discovering everything was overwhelming. I love you!” Renata cried. They both hugged and started to build a relationship right there.
Olivia practiced ballet, and Renata was her teacher. | Source: Pexels
Eventually, Renata opened her own ballet studio, and Olivia started taking lessons directly from her mother.
What can we learn from this story?
- You can’t blame others for what happens to you. Sometimes, freak incidents happen, and there might not be someone to blame.
- Pregnancy is a serious matter. You have to research thoroughly before taking that important step because it can derail your life and plans.
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My Husband Yelled at My Birthday Party That I Was Too Old to Want — My Friend Took Revenge on My Behalf
Emma’s 57th birthday party takes a disastrous turn when her husband, Mike, publicly mocks her age. Tension flares when her best friend stands up for Emma, revealing a secret that leaves all the guests, and Emma, reeling in shock.
Yesterday was my fifty-seventh birthday, and despite what anyone might think, I’m loving this age. I know who I am, I’ve got nothing to prove, and I’m proud of every gray hair and wrinkle.
If my husband, Mike, felt the same way, then it could’ve prevented a lot of heartache.
Stylish mature woman | Source: Pexels
Mike’s been on this kick lately where he mocks my age every chance he gets. It’s like he thinks he’s some kind of stand-up comedian.
“Oh, Emma, did you forget your dentures?” he’ll say, followed by his annoying laugh. Yeah, real original, Mike.
But I was determined not to let him ruin my birthday. I invited all my friends over, decorated the house, and bought a new outfit. I was so excited until Mike opened his big mouth.
Yesterday was my fifty-seventh birthday, and despite what anyone might think, I’m loving this age. I know who I am, I’ve got nothing to prove, and I’m proud of every gray hair and wrinkle.
If my husband, Mike, felt the same way, then it could’ve prevented a lot of heartache.
Stylish mature woman | Source: Pexels
Mike’s been on this kick lately where he mocks my age every chance he gets. It’s like he thinks he’s some kind of stand-up comedian.
“Oh, Emma, did you forget your dentures?” he’ll say, followed by his annoying laugh. Yeah, real original, Mike.
But I was determined not to let him ruin my birthday. I invited all my friends over, decorated the house, and bought a new outfit. I was so excited until Mike opened his big mouth.
My best friend, Karen, was the first to arrive. She immediately complimented my outfit, giving my self-esteem the boost it needed after Mike’s insult.
The house filled with laughter and chatter as everyone else slowly arrived. I was in my element, greeting everyone and making sure they had drinks. But Mike, of course, had to put a damper on things.
“Emma, do you really think you should be drinking that wine? Isn’t it past your bedtime?” he said loud enough for everyone to hear.
Sad Mature woman | Source: MidJourney
A few people awkwardly chuckled, but mostly there was an uncomfortable silence.
I clenched my jaw and smiled through it. “I’ll manage, Mike.”
The party went on, and I tried to ignore him, but he was relentless.
“You’re going to eat that cake? Do you really want to be old and fat?” he said when I reached for a slice.
It took everything in me not to scream at him. Mike’s comments got nastier as the night went on, each one like a little jab to my heart.
A decadent cake | Source: Pexels
“You’re too old to dance, Emma. You might break a hip,” he said as I swayed to the music.
I could see the pity in my friends’ eyes, and it made my blood boil.
“Cut it out!” I hissed at Mike. “Why are you being such a jerk?”
Mike’s face turned red. “I’m giving you a reality check,” he yelled. “You’re too old to act this way, too old to be attractive, too old for me, Emma! Why don’t you just accept it?”
Mature man shouting | Source: MidJourney
The room fell silent. My cheeks burned, and I felt like the ground had dropped out from under me. Before I could say anything, Karen stepped forward, her eyes blazing.
“Oh, too old for you, right?” Karen’s voice sliced through the tension. “But aren’t YOU the one who can’t do anything in bed without your pills?”
Mike turned purple. I was stunned. How did she know that? I never told her.
Karen didn’t stop. “That’s right, everyone. Mike here can’t perform without popping a little blue pill. And you know how I found out?”
Mature woman points accusingly at a mature man | Source: MidJourney
“Because he cheated on Emma with my friend, Linda,” Karen finished.
A collective gasp went up from the guests. I looked around, seeing the shock and disbelief on their faces. My heart pounded as I tried to process what Karen was saying.
Linda, standing in the corner, looked like she wanted to disappear. She was a younger woman, always hanging around our social circle. The betrayal hit me like a ton of bricks.
I was still reeling when Mike’s response hit me like a slap in the face.
Upset mature woman | Source: Pexels
“Shut your pie hole!” Mike’s face twisted in anger and embarrassment. “You can’t just ruin my reputation like this!”
I finally found my voice. “Your reputation? What about mine? What about the years of ridicule and humiliation you’ve put me through?”
My voice shook, but I felt a surge of strength as I spoke. The dam had burst inside me. I looked around the room, seeing the support in my friends’ eyes.
It gave me the confidence I needed to make a stand.
Annoyed mature woman | Source: Pexels
“I’m done with your cruelty and your lies.” I jabbed my finger at Mike. “You want to make me feel old and undesirable? Well, here’s a newsflash: I feel more vibrant and alive without you dragging me down.”
Mike stood there, speechless. Linda, trying to slip out unnoticed, caught my eye. I took a deep breath and walked over to her.
“Linda, I don’t know why you did what you did, but I hope it was worth it.”
She didn’t say a word, just looked at the floor and hurried out the door.
Embarrassed woman | Source: Pexels
The room remained silent as I turned back to face everyone. I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. Karen, always the rock, was right there beside me.
“Let’s go, Emma. You don’t need to endure this any longer,” she said.
“You can’t talk to me like that and just leave!” Mike snapped, grabbing my arm.
My heart pounded with adrenaline as I turned to face him. I felt stronger than ever before and it was past time I put him in his place.
Confident mature woman | Source: Pexels
“I’m done with you, Mike,” I declared. “I won’t let you drag me down anymore. I’m leaving you!”
Mike’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but no words came out. Shock and anger warred on his face, but it didn’t matter anymore. His opinion no longer had power over my life.
Karen put her arm around me, and we headed toward the door. My other friends began to rally around us, offering words of encouragement.
But Mike wasn’t done yet.
Angry mature man | Source: Pexels
“You’ll regret this!” He yelled after me. “Nobody else will want an old hag like you. You’ll end up on the street!”
I laughed and shot back over my shoulder, “Actually, since the cabin is in my name, the worst that’ll happen to me is I’ll end up on a permanent holiday!”
As we left the party, the weight of years of torment seemed to lift from my shoulders. We piled into Karen’s car and drove to my favorite restaurant.
I could never have imagined that there was one last surprise in store for me.
Warm lights, soft music, and the smell of delicious food greeted us as we walked in. We found a cozy booth and settled in, the mood already lighter.
“To Emma,” Karen said, raising her glass. “To new beginnings and to never letting anyone dull our sparkle!”
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the wine. Mike’s betrayal hurt, no doubt about it. But it was also a wake-up call.
Looking around at my friends, I realized just how lucky I was. Their support and love had given me the strength to break free and start anew.
Three mature women | Source: Pexels
I chuckled. “Just thinking about how grateful I am. For you, for everyone. For finally finding the courage to stand up for myself.”
She smiled warmly. “You’ve always had that courage, Emma. You just needed a little reminder.”
Just then, the door to the restaurant opened, and in walked a tall, distinguished-looking man with kind eyes. He glanced around, spotted our lively group, and waved at us. Karen waved back.
A mature man | Source: Pexels
As he headed towards the bar, Karen noticed my gaze linger on him and nudged me playfully.
“Who’s that?” I asked, curiosity piqued.
“Oh, that’s Alex. He’s a regular here, very charming and single,” she winked. “Maybe a new friend for you to get to know?”
I felt a flutter of excitement. Maybe this was a sign of the new beginnings everyone was toasting to.
Mature woman smiling faintly | Source: Pexels
From that day forward, I embraced my age and my life with renewed vigor. And Mike? He was left to deal with the consequences of his actions, realizing too late that he had lost a woman who deserved far better than he could ever offer.
My journey was just beginning, and I was ready to face it with all the strength and resilience I had rediscovered within myself. And maybe, just maybe, there was room for a little romance along the way.
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