Was I Wrong for Throwing Out a Pregnant Mother and Her Toddler at 3 AM after What Her Son Did?

I've never been the type of person who turned away people who needed help. In fact, I consider myself a nice person. However, my patience is limited, and I don't allow anyone to disrespect me or my belongings.

I didn't think a good deed of mine would ever turn into me being painted as a bad person. However, kindness should never be abused. I didn't think anyone would, but I was proved wrong within minutes.

It was a big and stressful evening for me. I made sure I would be home the whole day to finish my research paper, one that I have procrastinated to write many times. However, it was a significant output that needed to be done – and be done well.

I had already gone through several cups of coffee by the time I was trying to crank out my research paper at 3 a.m. Then, out of nowhere, this knock scared the daylights out of me. I mean, who knocks at that hour, right?

Peeking through the peephole, there stood Mia, a woman I knew through my parents. She was a family friend as her parents are friends of mine. She looked all sorts of frazzled, with her little boy, Lucas, squirming next to her.

I never really liked Mia. She was pregnant again, big belly and all, which only added to my "oh no, what's wrong?" feeling. I yanked on a robe and swung the door open. "Hey, Mia, what's up?" She practically whispered like she was scared to ask.

"My car just died on me. Could we maybe crash here tonight?" Her eyes were doing that pleading thing, and I couldn't just turn her away. I knew it was a busy night for me, but I also knew that my small good deed would go a long way.

"Of course, crash on the couch," I said, waving them into the living room. The air was chilly, and I noticed her shivering slightly. Meanwhile, Lucas clung to her, his eyes wide and uncertain.

Once they looked a bit more comfy, I tried to be a good host. "Hungry or thirsty? I can whip up something quick."

"Coffee would be amazing if it's no bother?" Mia asked, managing a tired smile.

"Coffee coming right up," I said, heading to the kitchen. Just as I got the machine going, I spotted Lucas making a beeline for my laptop. Heart dropping, I dashed over. That laptop was my lifeline—my whole project was on it.

"Lucas, buddy, let's not touch that, okay?" I tried to keep my tone light.

Mia looked up from her makeshift bed on the couch. "Oh, can't he just play a game on it?"

"Sorry, no. That's got all my work stuff. Really can't risk it," I explained, hoping she'd get it.

"But he really wants to play," she pushed back, her voice edging into annoyed territory.

Lucas wasn't having any of it though. He started chanting like it was some kind of protest. "I WANNA PLAY! I WANNA PLAY!" And before I could even react, he grabbed the laptop and chucked it at the TV. There was this awful crack—the sound of both my patience and the screen breaking.

Honestly, I wanted to scream. "What the heck!"

Mia jumped up. "Hey! Don't you swear at my kid! You're the one who didn't let him play the video game."

"You just watched him break my TV!" I shot back, feeling my face heat up.

"It's your fault for not letting him play," she argued, like that made any kind of sense.

"I said no, and that should've been enough!" By now, I was fuming.

Marie threw her hands up. "You're being ridiculous. Just get a new TV."

"With what money? And why should I pay for something your kid broke?" I countered, feeling trapped in this absurd argument.

"How dare you! Just wait until I tell your mother about how you treated him," she replied.

"I think it’s best if you leave,” I said finally, the weight of the night crashing down on me.

Mia grabbed Lucas, still muttering about how unreasonable I was. "You'll regret kicking out a pregnant woman and her kid," she hissed as she left.

The next morning, after barely sleeping, I called my parents. I half-expected them to scold me, but instead, Mom had a plan. She invited Mia over, set up our living room like a court, and had the whole family there as a jury. It was a bit dramatic, to be honest.

Mia looked shocked. She probably thought she was invited for a simple chat. It only took about a minute for her to realize she was so wrong. Mom talked to her, in the politest way possible, about responsibility and consequences. She ended up handing Mia a bill for the broken electronics. "You need to pay for this," she demanded.

The whole thing was overwhelming. Mia agreed to the payment, probably to stop the family’s collective glare. The best part was that my Mom had recorded everything, threatening to show it to the whole family if Mia didn’t start taking things more seriously.

Mia left, a bit shaken but hopefully a bit wiser too. As for me, I learned that sometimes trying to be the good guy can backfire in ways you never expect.

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I Caused Yelling & Crying at My Boyfriend's Mom's Birthday Because She Kept Calling Me by the Wrong Name

Hi all! My name is Leylah, and I and Todd, my boyfriend, have been together for five lovely years. He's honestly a good guy, and we've had a pretty decent relationship since he broke up with his high school sweetheart.

Now, Todd and Emma had been together since childhood, and she was so close to him that she was regarded as part of his family. When they broke up two years before Todd and I hooked up, he wasn't the only person who struggled with it.

His mother, Tammy, built a strong bond with Laura and even regarded her as a daughter. I think she thought they'd be together forever and was even hoping they'd get married and start a family.

So, at first, Todd's mother called me by his ex's name once in a while but mostly used my correct name. I kind of brushed it off for a while because I didn't want to make a big deal about it and wanted to fit in and be liked.

I also understood how Tammy felt and wanted to give her time to grieve for the relationship she'd wished for her son.

I believed it was a habit she'd outgrow as time went by.

However, years into our relationship, she then started calling me Laura, Todd's ex's name, instead of Leylah, all the time. On numerous occasions, Todd called her out for using the wrong name with me and corrected her, but she just wouldn't stop.

Weeks before Tammy's 60th birthday, she gathered the whole family and asked everyone to bring some food to her birthday party. Todd and I were also invited to this gathering, which included his two sisters and his brother-in-law (BIL).

At one point, I was in the kitchen with Tammy, her daughters, and the BIL when one of the siblings mentioned my cooking. "Todd says you make mean meals and desserts, according to my husband here?" the oldest sister mentioned.

Blushing, I replied jokingly, "I do dabble here and there, and I think Todd just speaks highly about my kitchen prowess because he's biased." Once she heard this, Tammy quickly turned to me and loudly said:

"Why don't we let Laura make the birthday cake this year?"

Todd's sisters giggled at the mention of their brother's ex's name being used to address me but tried to hide their glee. I feigned excitement, pretending not to notice the slight, and said, "That's a great idea!" but I planned to teach her a lesson instead and didn't bother telling my boyfriend about what happened.

As the birthday celebration progressed, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation for the dessert finale. Everyone's excitement was palpable, a collective craving for sweetness after the savory feast. The moment the subject of the birthday cake arose, I seized my opportunity.

So, on her birthday, there was yelling and crying because when I was questioned about making the dessert, I exclaimed with exaggerated surprise, "Ah, the birthday cake!" Pretending to be confused, I added:

"I was so looking forward to tasting Laura's famous baking. Wasn't she bringing the cake?"

Confusion swirled around the room like a sudden storm. My boyfriend's mother, her face a mask of disbelief, sputtered, "What do you mean, Laura? You were supposed to make the cake, Leylah!"

My boyfriend, caught in the crossfire of emotions, managed a hesitant chuckle, "Mom, I think there's been a bit of a mix-up. Maybe Laura got stuck in traffic?"

His attempt to diffuse the tension only stoked the flames higher.

Todd's younger sister, ever the peacemaker, tried to salvage the situation. "Well, maybe we can all just enjoy some ice cream from the freezer? There's always a solution, right?"

But Tammy wasn't having any of it. Her voice rose, a mixture of frustration and disbelief, "This is unbelievable! A birthday without a cake is like a summer without sun! Leylah, how could you?"

I stood my ground, my voice calm yet firm. "I was under the impression that 'Laura' was in charge of the cake. After all, that's who you've been excited to see today, isn't it?"

The room fell into a stunned silence, the tension thick enough to slice.

After more yelling and some people crying, Todd and I then got kicked out! As we were making our way out, ushered by Tammy, my boyfriend's uncle, who'd been quietly observing the drama unfold, let out a hearty laugh that broke the ice, saying:

"Well, I guess we'll just have to call this the birthday that Laura forgot! Let's not let a cake—or the lack thereof—ruin a perfectly good party."

The laughter that followed was reluctant at first, but soon the absurdity of the situation took over, and the room filled with a lighter, more jovial atmosphere. Todd's mother, while still visibly upset, managed a small smile, perhaps finally seeing the humor in the situation—or at least recognizing the futility of holding onto anger.

Todd is so angry with me that he hasn’t talked to me since! I think I might have gone too far, and our relationship might be over. The drive home with him was filled with contemplation and quiet as we individually played back the evening's unexpected turn of events.

"You certainly made this a birthday to remember," was one of the very last things my boyfriend said to me as he drove us home.

Reflecting on the incident, it was clear that while my actions might have stirred the pot, I still don’t think I did anything wrong! What do you, dear reader, think? How would you have handled such disrespect from the family of the man you love?

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Alright, grab your popcorn and buckle up, folks, because have I got a story for you! Picture this: a woman, kind-hearted and lovely, finds herself in a classic love story with a twist—her partner's family could easily win the "Worst Welcoming Committee" award. Why, you ask? Simply because our heroine didn't come from a pile of money, and apparently, love can't buy you a spot at their dinner table.

Our leading lady's then-boyfriend (now husband, spoiler alert!) had a family straight out of a drama series. The mother-in-law (MIL) and her sidekicks, sister-in-law (SIL) and brother-in-law (BIL), were not fans of our star. Their reason? She didn't swim in cash like they did.

Despite everyone else singing her praises, this family was on a mission to make her life a modern-day Cinderella story, minus the fairy godmother.

The drama unfolds with the family creating fake online accounts just to spread mean gossip about her! When confronted, they played the innocence card. It escalated to the point where the BIL tried to pay her to leave his brother—talk about a low blow!

Fast forward to the engagement, and the MIL pulled a stunt worthy of an award, FAKING A HEART ATTACK to try and split the couple! When that didn't work, she and her villain squad decided to skip the wedding. But oh, they didn't stop there!

They plotted a scene straight out of a movie, paying henchmen to ruin the bride's dress with red paint, making everyone gasp in horror, thinking it was blood!

But here's where our heroine shines—she didn't let this debacle ruin her big day, proving that love triumphs over all! The wedding was a hit, even with a brief interruption by the police, thanks to yet another dastardly deed by the groom's family.

Post-wedding, the town rallied around our couple, showing the MIL and her minions that karma's a real thing! Despite their denials and taking twisted pleasure in their actions, the groom's family faced the music. Even the FIL joined in the drama, firing the groom from the family business, only for the groom's supportive uncles to come to the rescue.

And just when you thought it was over, the groom's family tried one last sabotage to ruin the honeymoon! Spoiler alert: they failed miserably. Our couple enjoyed a blissful honeymoon, far from the toxicity.

In the end, love and resilience shone brightly, proving that no amount of scheming can overshadow true kindness and strength. What a rollercoaster, right? Now, who's ready for a movie adaptation of this epic love saga? Click here to read the shocking tale in detail!

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