My kids told me they wished I didn’t exist, and those words cut deeper than anything I’d ever heard. They were angry, careless—but I decided to take their wish seriously. I vanished from their lives, leaving no trace. It was time they learned what life would be like without Mom.
I’d heard it countless times—people saying housewives had it easy. They stayed home, relaxed, and lived off their husbands’ hard work. What a joke!
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Let me tell you, my being a stay-at-home mom wasn’t just a job; it was an endless marathon with no breaks. My days were a blur of cleaning, cooking, managing tantrums, and juggling a thousand other things.
Tom, my sweet but stubborn five-year-old, was at that age where every little thing was a battle.
Eliza, on the other hand, was teetering on the edge of her pre-teen years—full of sass and mood swings.
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And my husband, Justin? He thought his paycheck excused him from everything else. It was exhausting.
That evening, as usual, we sat down for dinner together. Sharing our day had become a routine, though it often came with surprises.
I looked at Tom, who was already playing with his peas. “Tom, how was preschool today?” I asked, trying to sound cheerful.
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He shrugged. “It was okay, but Miss Jackson might call you tomorrow.”
That caught my attention. “Why would she call me?” I asked, putting down my fork.
“I just wanted to pet a dog outside, but Miss Jackson said you shouldn’t touch stray dogs because they can have rab—rabai—” Tom paused, frowning.
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“Rabies,” Eliza said with an exaggerated eye roll.
Tom nodded. “Yeah, rabies.”
I leaned forward. “And why does that mean she might call me?”
Tom hesitated, then blurted, “Well, I didn’t like what she said, so I bit her.”
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I stared at him, shocked. “You bit your teacher?” My voice rose without meaning to.
Tom nodded, completely unbothered. “She said rabies spreads by bites. I wanted to show her.”
“Mom, you gave birth to a lunatic,” Eliza muttered, smirking.
“Don’t talk about your brother like that,” I said firmly. Then I turned to Justin, who was busy eating. “Justin, do you have anything to say about this?”
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He glanced up briefly. “You’re handling it great, honey,” he said, patting my hand.
I sighed, turning back to Tom. “Tom, we’ve talked about this. You can’t bite people. It hurts, and it’s wrong. Next time, use words to express how you feel.”
Finally, I faced Eliza. “How was your day?”
“Fine,” she said, barely looking up.
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“That’s all?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m sleeping over at Nancy’s tomorrow, remember?” she added casually.
“Yes, I remember,” I said, feeling my energy drain.
The next day started badly and only got worse. When I went into Tom’s room to check if he had cleaned up like I’d asked, it looked like a tornado had hit it.
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Toys, clothes, and books were everywhere. I felt my patience slipping, but there wasn’t time to deal with it.
I had to apologize to Miss Jackson for Tom biting her, which was embarrassing enough.
Then, as I finally sat down to breathe, the phone rang. Eliza’s school informed me she had skipped classes. My anger boiled over. By the time they got home, I was ready for a serious talk.
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“Wait, both of you, stop right there,” I said as Tom and Eliza headed to their rooms. My voice made them freeze.
“What is it now?” Eliza asked, sounding irritated.
“Let’s start with Tom,” I said, turning to him. “I saw your room. It’s a disaster. We agreed that if you didn’t keep it clean, I’d take away your games. So, your console is mine until you show me you can keep your room tidy.”
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Tom’s eyes went wide. “What? No! That’s not fair!” he yelled, crossing his arms.
Eliza smirked. “Nice job, Tom,” she said with a mocking tone.
“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you, young lady,” I snapped. “I got a call from your school today. They told me you skipped class.”
“It was one time! Just one!” Eliza shouted, her face red with anger.
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“You’re grounded for a week,” I said firmly. “No sleepover at Nancy’s.”
“You can’t do this! ‘’ve been planning that forever!” Eliza screamed, clenching her fists.
“Then you shouldn’t have skipped class,” I replied calmly.
“I hate you! I wish you didn’t exist!” she yelled before stomping off to her room and slamming the door.
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“Yeah! Me too!” Tom shouted, running to his own room.
I stood there, tears welling up. My chest felt heavy, but I swallowed the lump in my throat.
When Justin got home, I recounted everything. He listened quietly, barely responding.
“Well?” I asked, desperate for some support.
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“Maybe you were too hard on them,” he said, shrugging. “They’re just kids.”
“Did you hear me? Did you hear what Eliza said to me?” I asked, my voice shaking with anger.
“She didn’t mean it,” he said, brushing it off.
“I’ve had enough,” I said, my voice cold. “I’ll show them what it’s like when I’m not here.”
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“What are you talking about?” Justin asked, confused.
“You’ll see,” I said and walked away.
That night, as the house lay silent, I began my plan. Justin, always a heavy sleeper, didn’t stir once.
I moved quietly, gathering every single thing that was mine—clothes from the closet, photos from the walls, notebooks from the desk.
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Even my favorite mug, the one I used every morning, went into a box. I left no sign that I had ever been there.
With everything packed, I carried it all up to the attic. The attic was dusty and cramped, but I set up a mattress in the corner, arranging a small lamp and a blanket. Justin wouldn’t think to look here; he barely remembered the attic existed.
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Before settling in, I set up cameras in the kitchen and living room. I needed to see how they managed without me. This was only the beginning.
The next morning, I watched them from the camera feed as they stood in the kitchen, looking lost.
“Where’s Mom?” Tom asked, his voice unsure.
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“I don’t know,” Eliza said, glancing around. “But even her pictures are gone. The ones on the wall, too.”
“Her clothes aren’t in the closet,” Justin added, scratching his head.
Tom’s eyes widened. “Did our wish come true? Did Mom really disappear?”
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“Don’t be ridiculous,” Justin said, shaking his head.
“But she’s really gone!” Eliza insisted. “Her stuff isn’t here. There’s no sign of her at all.”
Justin pulled out his phone. “I’ll call her. This is probably some kind of joke.” But I had turned my phone off. He stared at the screen for a moment before putting it back in his pocket.
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“Okay, let’s go,” he said, sounding annoyed. “I’ll drop you off at school. We’ll figure this out later.”
Eliza hesitated. “Can I still go to Nancy’s sleepover?”
“Yes, yes. Just get in the car,” Justin said impatiently.
“Yes!” Eliza cheered. Then she grinned. “Maybe it’s better this way. Mom was always on my case anyway.”
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“That means I can play video games!” Tom shouted, jumping up.
I felt my chest tighten. My heart ached as I watched them. They didn’t miss me; they seemed relieved. They were happy I was gone.
That evening, I watched from the camera as Justin and Tom sat on the couch, laughing and playing video games.
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A pizza box sat open on the coffee table, grease stains already soaking into the cardboard.
I noticed Tom eating a big slice loaded with cheese. My stomach tightened. He was lactose intolerant. Justin, distracted by the game, had clearly forgotten.
The next morning, my fears were confirmed. Tom was curled up on the couch, pale and groaning.
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Justin scrambled to find medicine, muttering under his breath. He ended up staying home from work, trying to comfort Tom while also cleaning up the mess.
By the third day, chaos ruled. Dishes piled up in the sink, laundry was untouched, and the kids left for school with nothing but dry cereal in their hands.
That evening, Tom sat crying on the couch, overwhelmed. Even Eliza, who usually stayed distant, looked defeated. Her hair was a mess as she clutched her empty lunchbox.
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“I miss Mom,” Tom finally said, looking up at Justin. His little face was streaked with tears, and his lip trembled.
“Me too,” Eliza added, her voice quieter than usual. She looked down at her hands. “I got my period today, and I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to call Mom so bad, but I couldn’t. It made me feel awful.”
Justin sighed, leaning back on the couch. “I think this is because of what you both said. You told her you didn’t want her to exist. Now she’s showing you what that feels like.”
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“But that’s not true!” Eliza said, her voice cracking. Tears filled her eyes. “I was just mad. I didn’t mean it. I’m so stupid for saying that.”
Tom sniffled loudly. “I want Mom to come back. I’ll clean my room every day. I won’t bite anyone ever again. I promise.”
Eliza wiped her face and nodded. “I’ll stop yelling at her. I’ll listen better. I can’t live without her. I miss her so much,” she said, sobbing.
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Hearing their words broke the last bit of resolve I had. I stepped out of the shadows, standing in the doorway. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” I said, my voice firm but full of emotion.
They turned to me in shock before running into my arms. “Mom! You’re back!” they cried, hugging me tightly.
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“Really, it’s so good to see you,” Justin said, standing and walking over. “These past few days have shown me what a monumental job you do. I’ll try to make things easier for you from now on.”
“Thank you,” I said, my voice soft.
“No, thank you, for everything,” Justin replied.
“Thank you, Mom! We love you so much!” the kids said together, holding on tight.
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I Kicked My In-Laws Out of My Daughter’s First Birthday Party After They Crossed the Line
I thought my daughter’s first birthday party would be filled with love, laughter, and cherished memories. Instead, I ended up kicking my in-laws out after they did something unexpected.
You’d think a child’s birthday would bring out the best in everyone, right? Nope. That wasn’t true for my in-laws, James and Diane.
It’s been a year since I became a mom, and while parenting has its challenges, dealing with my husband’s family sometimes feels like the hardest part.
Let me explain everything from the beginning.
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Becoming a mother was the most transformative experience of my life.
A year ago, I welcomed my daughter, Lily, into the world, and she instantly became my whole universe. I still couldn’t believe how quickly time had flown. One moment, I was cradling a newborn, and now here I was, planning her first birthday party.
Honestly, it wasn’t as easy as it sounds. I’d like to thank Mark, my husband, for being there for me through it all.
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Whether it was midnight feedings or soothing Lily when she was teething, he was always by my side.
“Can you believe she’s already a year old?” I said one evening while we sat on the couch, going through old photos.
“Time flies, doesn’t it?” Mark replied, smiling as he looked at a picture of Lily in her hospital blanket. “So, what’s the plan for the big day?”
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“I was thinking of hosting it at home,” I said. “I want it to be intimate. Umm, just close friends and family. It feels more special that way, don’t you think?”
“I love that idea,” he smiled. “Our house, our rules. Let’s make it memorable for Lily.”
With his support, I got to work.
For weeks, I planned every detail. I wanted it to be a day where everyone felt at home, which was why I also included a note on the invites asking guests to leave their shoes outside.
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To make things easier, I even bought brand-new spa slippers in various sizes for anyone who didn’t want to walk around barefoot.
Most of our friends and family were excited about the party. Everyone, that is, except James and Diane, my in-laws.
The conversation I had with them when I called to invite them still played in my mind.
“A party at home?” James said, his tone dripping with disapproval. “For Lily’s first birthday? Don’t you think something bigger would’ve been more appropriate? Like a restaurant or a park? It’s a milestone, after all.”
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“I get that, James,” I replied. “But we wanted to keep it small, with just close family and friends. It feels more personal this way.”
“It just seems… underwhelming,” Diane added, clearly unimpressed.
“Well, we’re excited about it,” I said. “And I hope you can make it.”
“We’ll see,” James replied before abruptly ending the call.
It wasn’t the first time they’d been critical. Over the years, I’d come to expect it.
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They were the kind of people who found flaws in everything, and hosting a party at home was apparently no exception.
Still, I tried to stay optimistic. I hoped they’d set their opinions aside and just enjoy the day with us.
Little did I know their visit would leave me with no choice but to take a stand.
I woke up at dawn on the morning of Lily’s birthday and started preparing everything. Mark and I were all set to put up pink and gold balloons and a “Happy Birthday” banner that we’d picked up from the store.
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I’d also ordered a custom-made three-tiered cake with sugar flowers and a little crown on top. Everything was perfect.
Mark and I had just finished setting up when the doorbell rang. The first guests had arrived, and soon, the house was filled with chatter, laughter, and the happy squeals of toddlers running around.
Lily, dressed in her tiny pink party dress, was beaming as she crawled from one guest to another, soaking up the attention.
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Then, just as I was starting my toast to Lily, the front door opened with a bang. It was James and Diane.
And they were an hour late.
“Oh, don’t mind us,” Diane announced loudly, waving as all eyes turned to them. “We’re late because I had to get my hair done. I thought at least one woman should look decent at this party.”
Mark and I exchanged a look, but I plastered on a smile and continued my toast, trying to ignore the interruption.
As soon as I finished, Diane called out, “Well, I hope the cake tastes better than it looks.”
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What the heck? I thought. How dare she?
Then I told myself it wasn’t worth ruining the day over a comment. I just ignored her comment, unaware that this was the point where things would start to go downhill.
First, Diane handed me a gift bag. Inside were secondhand baby clothes that looked like they’d been picked up at a yard sale. They were visibly dirty, the tags were gone, and they had a faint mildew smell.
“Babies don’t care what they wear,” Diane said with a smile. “No need to waste money on fancy stuff.”
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Unbelievable, I thought. But I managed to stammer out a “Thank you.”
I told myself maybe they were struggling financially. Maybe they didn’t have enough money to buy new clothes.
But then came the moment that pushed me over the edge.
As I mingled with the guests, I noticed muddy footprints trailing across my tile floor. I turned to see James and Diane, still wearing dirty shoes, stomping through the living room.
My heart sank as I saw the mess they’d made on the rugs where Lily had been crawling just minutes earlier.
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Taking a deep breath, I approached Diane.
“Hi, Diane. Could I ask you to take off your shoes or put on the slippers? We’ve been asking everyone to do it to keep the floors clean for the kids.”
Diane barely glanced at me. “Oh, please. Our shoes are clean. And anyway, that’s an Asian thing, isn’t it? White people don’t do that.”
“Actually, it’s just a house rule for us,” I said, trying to stay calm. “My daughter crawls on these floors, and I’d like to keep them clean.”
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James, who’d been eavesdropping, chuckled. “That dirt is from your own front yard! Maybe you should clean the porch better if you don’t want dirt inside.”
My patience was wearing thin, but I took another deep breath and tried again, this time addressing them both.
“Look, I’m not asking for much. It’s a simple request to take off your shoes or wear the slippers I’ve provided. Everyone else has done it without issue. Why can’t you?”
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Diane rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “Because it’s ridiculous, that’s why. It’s just dirt! You’re acting like it’s the end of the world. Honestly, Anna, you’re ruining the party with all your nitpicking.”
That’s when Mark stepped in. He knew his parents were being unreasonable again.
“Dad, Diane, we’re asking this out of respect for our home,” he explained. “It’s not just about dirt. It’s about setting an example for Lily. If everyone else can follow the rules, so can you.”
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James smirked, leaning back as if he owned the place. “This is why people say you two are impossible. Especially your wife, Mark. Always making a fuss over nothing.”
That was the breaking point. The hurt and anger I’d been holding back finally spilled over.
“If respecting our home and my daughter’s birthday makes me impossible, so be it!” I yelled. “But I won’t stand here and let you ruin this day for her or for us. If you can’t follow a simple rule, you’re not welcome here.”
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Diane looked at me with wide eyes. “So, you’re kicking us out? Over shoes?”
“Yes,” I said firmly. “This is our home, and these are our rules. If you can’t respect them, you need to leave.”
They sputtered protests, but I wasn’t backing down. I walked to the front door, opened it, and gestured for them to leave. “Out. Now.”
For a moment, they stood frozen, shocked that I’d actually stood my ground. Then Diane grabbed her purse with an indignant huff.
“This is ridiculous. Mark,” she said. “I hope you realize what kind of wife you’ve married.”
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Mark, to his credit, didn’t flinch. “I do, and I couldn’t be prouder of her. Please go.”
With one last glare, they stormed out, slamming the door behind them. Everyone was quiet for a moment as they thought of what to say. Then, Mark stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me.
“You did the right thing,” he whispered.
The party continued, and without James and Diane’s toxic presence, the atmosphere became lighter and more joyful.
But wait… This isn’t where the story ends.
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The next day, James called Mark, furious about being “humiliated” in front of everyone. But Mark stood his ground and calmly explained why we’d asked them to leave.
When James realized he wouldn’t get an apology, he hung up in anger.
A week later, karma came knocking.
A mutual friend informed me that Diane had posted on social media about her salon trip and the party, only to have people drag her for wearing muddy shoes into a house with kids. She’d even earned the nickname “Dirty Diane.”
I couldn’t stop laughing after learning that. Dirty Diane? Haha! That’s something Diane will never forget!
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