Our Son Started Acting Weirdly with His Toys and Clothes — the Reason Led to a Shocking Truth

When Max notices his son acting a little strange, he tries to get to the cause. As he questions the little boy, Max goes through a series of emotions before finally uncovering that the truth lies with his wife and a secret from her past.

As the breadwinner of the family, I work a lot. So, when I'm home, I notice the slightest changes. And lately, something was off with my eight-year-old son, Charlie. He'd started hiding his toys and wearing two shirts at once.

It was very unusual behavior for him. It wasn't like Charlie at all.

"Son?" I asked one evening as I was getting ready for Charlie's story time. Instead of bouncing into bed as he usually would, waiting for me to choose a story, Charlie was stuffing his action figures under his bed.

"Why are you hiding your toys?"

My son's big blue eyes widened with fear.

"Daddy," he said nervously. "Because he's going to come and take all these away."

"Who, sweetheart? Who is going to take all your toys away?"

"My brother! The baby!"

My stomach turned. I had no idea what my son was saying. It was possible that Serena was pregnant; we weren't on any form of contraception because we did want another baby.

I just didn't think that she would keep it from me.

"You don't have a brother," I said simply, getting into the bed with him.

"Yes, I do!" he exclaimed excitedly. "But he's still little. I saw the picture in Mom's bag."

I had so many questions, but none of them were for Charlie. This was a discussion for Serena and me. Now, I was just going to read a story to Charlie until he fell asleep.

Finally, my son's eyelids began to droop, and soon after, he was nodding off to sleep.

I waited a few minutes before slipping out and going to the hallway where Serena left her handbag.

"I have to keep it here, Max," she would say, chuckling. "Or you know I'll end up leaving something behind. I'm that scatterbrained."

I rummaged through my wife's handbag, and there it was. An ultrasound, clear as day, of a baby tucked into my wife's stomach.

But why wouldn't she just tell me? I thought to myself. Unless she was planning a little surprise for me.

Serena had done that when she found out that we were pregnant with Charlie. She planned an entire thing with a little cake that revealed we were expecting.

But it was too late for a surprise. I knew about the pregnancy now, and I wanted us to be on the same page before getting all excited.

Holding the ultrasound, I went to find Serena, who was relaxing with a book.

"Honey," I began, my voice trembling for some reason. "Are you pregnant? Why didn't you tell me? How far along are we?"

My wife's reaction sent alarm bells ringing in my head. I had never seen blood drain from someone's face so fast.

"Max," she said slowly, although her eyes betrayed her as they filled with panic. "I'm not pregnant."

"What? Then what is this?" I asked, holding the ultrasound. "Who is it?"

"It's... that picture. It's me, but from a long time ago," she said.

My mind raced, the alarm bells ringing louder with every thought.

"What do you mean, Serena?" I asked.

Tears welled in my wife's eyes, and I knew that a big confession was coming. Her soft features changed before my eyes; there was a sense of pain etched onto her face.

"Max," she began. "I had a baby when I was in high school. I gave birth to him because I couldn't imagine anything else, and then, hours after he was born, I gave him up for adoption. I've never told anyone outside of my family because I was ashamed of having a baby so young. It was sixteen years ago, but sometimes I still get sad and miss him. His birthday is this week, and he should be sixteen years old now."

I was absolutely stunned.

"Why didn't you tell me, Serena?" I asked softly. "I'm not someone you should be ashamed to tell these things to. Why didn't you let me help you carry this burden?"

Sobbing, she replied softly, her voice a mere whisper.

"Because I was scared that you'd see me differently. I thought that everyone would."

I pulled my wife into a hug.

"You should never have had to go through that alone. We need to talk to Charlie about this. He saw the ultrasound and came to his own conclusion. He's confused and scared in his own way."

Serena's eyes widened, and she nodded.

"I didn't know that!" she exclaimed. "But yes, we need to explain this to him."

The next morning, we sat down with Charlie and a plateful of pancakes, explaining everything as gently as we could. He was only eight years old, and there were things that he simply just wouldn't understand.

"So, there's no baby coming for my toys?" he asked, hugging Serena.

"No," I replied. "But if that changes, we'll tell you first!"

But as the days went on, I just wanted to give Serena some peace.

"Let's contact the adoption agency," I suggested when we were in bed one night. "You don't have to do anything with the information we get. But at least you'll have it."

She nodded against my chest.

It wasn't easy, but with proof that Serena had given birth and signed the adoption papers, slowly we began to get more information.

Finally, after months of red tape and challenges, we found him. Serena's first-born son.

"His name is Michael," she told me after she hung up the call with a social worker from the agency. "He has a loving family that adopted him two days after he was born. The agency has reached out to his adoptive parents, telling them that I'm interested in a meeting. But it's only if he wants to meet, that anything will happen."

I smiled at my wife and the way she was handling the situation. I just hoped that she wasn't getting her hopes too high.

But to our relief, Michael's family was open to it.

"They said that they're happy to meet in a neutral place," my wife said, coming into my home office while I was working one evening.

"That's great!" I exclaimed, grateful that we could at least meet Michael.

"They suggested the park because the family has a set of twins around Charlie's age, so the kids can play while the rest of us talk."

I nodded.

"Yes, that sounds perfect," I said, sitting back in my chair.

When Michael saw Serena, there was an instant connection. He looked so much like her. They shared the same eyes and nose, even the way they laughed.

I watched my wife fall in love with her son, and he was taken with her, too.

"I'm so sorry, Michael," Serena said after the kids settled down at the playground at the park. "I didn't want to give you away, but it was the best chance I could have given you at the time."

Michael's voice was soft but steady.

"I'm happy," he said. "My parents are great, and they were open and honest about the adoption early on. They didn't want to hide me away from the world, especially if there was a chance that you would come looking. My mother told me that you were young, and it would have been an impossible decision for you."

"I've always wondered about you," Serena said. "But I didn't tell Max about you until recently, so I always had to carry it alone."

As the kids played together, Michael joined his siblings to push them on the swings, and Serena and I talked with Michael's adoptive parents.

They were wonderful people, and we were grateful for how they had raised him.

It's been months now, and our families have gotten close. We often meet on Sunday afternoons and have a meal together, allowing the siblings to get to know each other.

We found a balance that has allowed Michael to have both his adoptive family and us in his life. Serena's burden of guilt and shame lifted, replaced by joy and the fulfillment of seeing her two sons together.

What would you have done in Max's position?

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I Came Home from a Trip to Find Our House Being Destroyed by My Husband and Kids — It Was the Last Straw

As Jo returns from a business trip, she walks into a messy and chaotic house. Her husband, Brandon, greets her with a comment that gives her no choice but to run to her parents' house for refuge. When she returns, things seem to be better. But will Brandon learn his lesson and play his part in their marriage?

I walked through the door, the clack of my suitcase wheels echoing off the hallway walls, and I was absolutely stunned.

It looked like a tornado had swept through our living room.

Toys were strewn across the floor, dishes piled up in the sink, and what? A blackened banana on the couch?

My heart sank. This was the last thing I needed after a grueling week of meetings across the state.

I just wanted to come back home to my husband, children, and my own bed. To come back to a clean home.

When I left for my trip, I had left explicit instructions for my husband, Brandon.

I had even prepped meals to last the week, sorting out lunches and dinners. I wanted to make everything as easy as possible for my husband.

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