Yeah, that woman cannot stand me.
It all started 7 years ago, after my mom passed away from a cold that just wouldn’t go away. Before I knew it, my dad was seeing Carla, and a year later, he married her.
“Your father doesn’t waste any time, does he?” my aunt sniffed on the day of the wedding. “And who is Carla anyway? She’s nothing compared to your mom!”
Carla was fine at first. I mean, she tried hard to get me on her side. But slowly, the passive-aggressive jabs started piling up. I remember once, I caught her staring at me.
“You look too much like your mother, Emily,” she said. “It actually pains me to look at you. No wonder your father gives Mason more attention. He’s closer to Mason right now, isn’t he?”
I sighed and ignored her, trying not to let her words get to me.
My dad, of course, didn’t notice a thing. It was like he couldn’t—or just wouldn’t—see how Carla treated me. And she loved that. She loved being the only one ready to taunt me.
Anyway, fast forward to prom season. Like every other girl in my class, I was dreaming of the perfect night. I saved up enough babysitting money for months to buy a gorgeous violet dress.
I couldn’t help but wish that my mother was around to spend these moments with me.
But that’s why I chose the violet dress. It was her favorite color.
Prom was going to be my night. I just knew it.
Whenever I thought about it, I just felt like something magical was going to happen at prom. To make myself feel even better, I booked a hair appointment at a fancy salon. All my friends were going there too.
Everything was set.
But then the big day came, and Carla made sure to ruin it.
I went to the salon, all excited, but when I got there, the receptionist looked at me, confused.
“Emily? Are you sure?” she asked, looking at her computer screen. “Zelda told me that you canceled?”
“I didn’t!” I exclaimed. “Why would I? Prom is this evening!”
“Calm down, honey,” the receptionist said. “I’ll get Zelda.”
I waited impatiently while she went to get the hairdresser. Finally, they returned.
The hairdresser looked uncomfortable.
“I got a call earlier today saying that you wanted to cancel your appointment, Emily. I assumed that it was your Mom?”
My heart dropped. Canceled? How? I didn’t cancel it! What mom?
I was still processing everything when I looked over and saw her.
Carla.
Sitting there, getting her hair done. Of course.
She saw me and just smirked, her eyes cold as steel. Carla had canceled my appointment.
“Is there any way that you could still schedule me in?” I asked Zelda.
She shook her head sadly.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “When your appointment was canceled, a woman called in and booked her own. All of our slots are taken. I’m sorry, honey.”
I stood there in shock. So, Carla had called pretending to be me? Pretending to be my mom? And then she took my appointment so that she could watch me be disappointed?
Sick.
I barely managed to keep it together as I ran out of the salon, my head spinning. I felt nauseous.
My perfect prom? It was just falling apart around me. By the time I got home, I locked myself in my room, tears pouring down my face.
I sat at my dressing table trying to fix my hair on my own, but nothing looked good. I felt stupid for telling Carla my plans in passing.
See what had happened?
I looked at my dress, hanging off a hanger.
I wasn’t even sure that I wanted to go to prom anymore.
I sat there, looking at my makeup sitting on my dressing table and wondered if it was even worth it. I mean, what was the point? I was already upset and didn’t feel like anything good was going to come from this.
Suddenly, I heard this loud honking outside. I ignored it at first, thinking it was just a random car.
A teenage girl’s dressing table | Source: Midjourney
A teenage girl’s dressing table | Source: Midjourney
But it didn’t stop.
I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and dragged myself to the window, fully expecting to see commotion on the road. But when I looked out, my jaw dropped.
A glossy black limousine was parked in front of our house.
I thought it was some sort of mistake. There was no way that the car was for me. My friends’ parents had said no when we first talked about it months ago. But still, I ran downstairs.
I stood at the doorway, waiting for something to happen. The driver stepped out and walked up to our front door. My dad, who had been as clueless as ever during all of this, stood on our porch, looking as confused as I felt.
“I’m here for Miss Emily, sir,” the driver said, holding out a small card.
Miss Emily? Me?
“She’s right here,” my dad said, nodding to me.
I hesitantly took the card from my dad’s hand and opened it. Inside, written in neat handwriting, were the words:
To my beautiful sister, Emily. I know you’ve had a rough time lately, but you deserve the best night ever! Enjoy the limo, and don’t worry about a thing. I’ve been saving all my birthday and Christmas money.
Have a magical night, sis.
Love, Mason.
Mason? My 11-year-old brother did this?
I burst into tears all over again, but this time from pure shock and gratitude. I ran upstairs to find Mason in his room, grinning like he’d just pulled off the ultimate prank.
“I heard Mom on the phone this morning,” he said, shrugging like this wasn’t a big deal. “I knew that it wasn’t fair at all.”
Turns out that he had overheard Carla canceling my hair appointment, and in true little brother fashion, took matters into his own hands.
“But did you really use your money?” I asked him, feeling horrible.
“Not really,” he grinned. “See, Mom has been saving up money to buy some fancy diamond necklace. She’s been showing Dad the necklace, hoping that he would get it for her. But he said no.”
Good for you, Dad, I thought.
“Anyway, after I heard her phone call, she left home. So, I took some of the money from her stash, and went to Mr. Johnson next door. He owns the limo company, remember?”
But Mason didn’t stop there.
“There’s more, Em,” he said. “Mrs. Evans, from across the road? Her daughter is a stylist at the mall. She’s coming here to do your hair and makeup soon.”
Just as the words left his mouth, the doorbell rang.
“That should be her!” Mason said. “Go wash your face, I’ll send her up.”
When did Mason grow up? I wondered as I did what he said.
Twenty minutes later, I went from crying in my bedroom to looking like a princess. I just wished my mom was around to fuss over me. To take endless photos and tell me how proud she was of me. I wanted a hug from her more than anything.
But still, Mason had saved prom!
When Carla drove into our driveway, I was already outside, stepping into the limo like a movie star. Her jaw dropped. And she got out of the car and just stood there, stunned.
Her face? Oh my God. I wish I had a picture of her expression. I would have stuck it on my mirror!
“Richard? Did you do this?” I heard her shriek to my father before the driver closed the door.
Moments later, the driver whisked me away.
Prom was everything I had hoped for. When I arrived at the hall in the limo, heads turned. I was glowing, and I knew it. For the first time in a long time, I felt like my mom was right there with me.
The whole night was pure magic. Dancing, laughing with my friends, and just forgetting all the drama at home.
As for Carla, I hope she learned a lesson. You can’t mess with someone’s joy and get away with it… especially if your son is going to come in and save the day!
What would you have done?
My MIL Snuck My Son Out at Night – What She Planned Next Had Me in Shock
Escaping my ex-husband should have marked the end of my nightmare, but instead, it was just the start of a new one. When my former mother-in-law showed up at our new home, I never imagined her obsession would lead to a morning I still can’t forget. What she did to my son, Tyler, was something I could never forgive.
Being a single mom already feels like running a marathon that never ends. There’s work, chores, and taking care of Tyler—it’s a lot to handle. But when you add an ex-mother-in-law who’s determined to make your life harder? That’s when things truly start to spiral out of control.
I live with my 10-year-old son, Tyler, in a cozy little house. It’s not fancy, but it’s ours, and I’m proud of it. I bought it after splitting from my ex-husband, Billy, thanks to some smart investments I’d made. Who knew those would be my way out?
Billy and I were together for about 15 years. During that time, I knew him as a kind and compassionate man who treated women with respect.
I used to think his mother, Valerie, had raised a really good man. But things between us started to change, and so did my view of everything.
It all started when Billy lost his job in finance and couldn’t find one that paid him the same. This change really turned his life upside down. He began staying out all night, spending our savings at casinos. One day, I tried to talk some sense into him.
“Why don’t you accept one of those job offers, Billy?” I asked gently. “I know the pay isn’t great, but it’s better than nothing, right?”
“I told you I don’t want to settle for less!” he snapped at me. “Did I ask you for advice? Stop bothering me with your unwanted career advice and go find something else to do!”
That was just a taste of what I had to deal with. But I kept giving him chances, hoping he would change. It broke my heart to see the man I loved become so miserable and angry.
Then came the day when I realized I couldn’t stay with him anymore, especially not with Tyler around.
I remember it was a Thursday night, and Billy wasn’t home when I got back from work. I thought he must be at the casino or the club like usual.
“Where’s Daddy?” Tyler asked me as I tucked him into bed.
I hated lying to him, but what could I say?
“He’s out for some work, honey,” I lied, unable to meet my son’s eyes.
Tyler is smart, though.
“Work? But you said Daddy doesn’t work anymore,” he replied. “I don’t think he’s at work.”
“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, love,” I said, running my hand through his hair. “Now come on, it’s time to sleep.”
After leaving Tyler’s room, I headed to mine for some much-needed rest. But as I approached, I heard muffled noises.
I heard Billy’s voice, and that was okay. But then I heard a woman’s voice in MY bedroom.
It all started when Billy lost his job in finance and couldn’t find one that paid him the same. This change really turned his life upside down. He began staying out all night, spending our savings at casinos. One day, I tried to talk some sense into him.
“Why don’t you accept one of those job offers, Billy?” I asked gently. “I know the pay isn’t great, but it’s better than nothing, right?”
“I told you I don’t want to settle for less!” he snapped at me. “Did I ask you for advice? Stop bothering me with your unwanted career advice and go find something else to do!”
That was just a taste of what I had to deal with. But I kept giving him chances, hoping he would change. It broke my heart to see the man I loved become so miserable and angry.
Then came the day when I realized I couldn’t stay with him anymore, especially not with Tyler around.
I remember it was a Thursday night, and Billy wasn’t home when I got back from work. I thought he must be at the casino or the club like usual.
“Where’s Daddy?” Tyler asked me as I tucked him into bed.
I hated lying to him, but what could I say?
“He’s out for some work, honey,” I lied, unable to meet my son’s eyes.
Tyler is smart, though.
“Work? But you said Daddy doesn’t work anymore,” he replied. “I don’t think he’s at work.”
“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, love,” I said, running my hand through his hair. “Now come on, it’s time to sleep.”
After leaving Tyler’s room, I headed to mine for some much-needed rest. But as I approached, I heard muffled noises.
I heard Billy’s voice, and that was okay. But then I heard a woman’s voice in MY bedroom.
I won’t go into details about what I saw when I opened that door. Let’s just say it was the final straw.
Billy wasn’t just cheating. He had no respect for me or his role as a father. Who brings their mistress home when their wife and child are there? A man who doesn’t care, that’s who.
So, to make a long story short, I left Billy the next day and sent him the divorce papers. He didn’t even try to fight for custody or visitation rights.
After leaving the house, we stayed at a friend’s place until I found our new home. It’s about two hours away from Billy’s place, and I thought Tyler and I could live peacefully here. But that was not the case.
There was one person determined to be part of our lives: Billy’s mother, Valerie.
I had no idea she had been stalking us until she showed up at our doorstep. We had barely been in our new place for two days when I heard that dreaded knock.
I opened the door, and there she was with her perfectly styled gray hair. My ex-MIL, Valerie, was ready to make our lives miserable.
“Margaret, dear! I’m here to see my grandson,” she said cheerfully, as if showing up uninvited was perfectly normal.
“Come in, Valerie,” I replied with a fake smile. “But please keep it short. We were just about to have dinner.”
She walked past me and headed into the living room.
“So, this is where you’ve been hiding,” she remarked. “It’s quaint.”
“Tyler’s in his room,” I said, trying to change the subject. “I’ll go get him.”
But before I could move, Valerie turned to me. The look on her face was something I’d never seen before.
“Margaret, we need to talk about Billy,” she began. “You shouldn’t have left him like that.”
I could feel my cheeks burning with anger.
“Valerie, that’s none of your business. My relationship with Billy is over.”
“But I’m worried about Tyler,” she insisted. “A boy needs his father. You’re being selfish by keeping him away from his family.”
That was it. I’d had enough.
Then, I checked the bathroom, the living room, and even looked under his bed. Nothing. He wasn’t there.
I could feel my heart pounding hard against my chest.
Where was he? I thought. Had he wandered out in the night? No, my boy would never do that.
Then I realized I needed to check the security cameras. So, I picked up my phone with shaking hands and looked at the footage from last night. I couldn’t believe what I saw.
It read: “IN 2 HOURS, YOUR SON WILL BE MINE FOREVER.”
My knees felt weak, and I gripped the counter to keep from falling. What did she mean? Where was she taking him?
I paced in the living room, waiting for the police to arrive. At that point, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that I had to get my son back before it was too late.
Thank God they took it seriously and immediately started tracing her phone.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, the police got a lead. Valerie’s car had been spotted near the town cemetery. It was about 20 miles from our house.
What on earth is Valerie doing there with Tyler? I thought.
Before long, the police drove me to the cemetery. As we pulled up, I saw Valerie standing near a gravestone with Tyler, who looked half-asleep. She was talking to him in a low voice.
“Tyler!” I screamed, jumping out of the car before it had fully stopped.
Valerie’s head snapped up, and she looked angry.
“No!” she shouted. “He needs to be with his daddy!”
The police were right behind me. They grabbed Valerie before she could do anything else, and I scooped Tyler into my arms, crying with relief.
As they led her away, Valerie kept muttering about how Billy “wanted his son back.” It was clear she had lost touch with reality a long time ago.
That day, I promised myself I would never let Valerie near my son again. She’s in custody now, but the memory of that morning still haunts me.
I don’t know if I’ll ever truly feel safe again.
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