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Am I Wrong for How I Reacted after My Fiancé Gave a Present I Made for My Mom to His?

Ayesha Muhammad
Jun 27, 2024
03:05 P.M.

When my fiancé gave away a special gift I made for my mom, it triggered a series of emotional confrontations and difficult choices. Now, I'm left questioning our relationship and what the future holds. Will this test of loyalty and love lead to reconciliation or a heart-wrenching goodbye?

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Ever feel like you're stuck between a rock and a hard place, caught in the crossfire of good intentions? Yeah, that's me right now. Before I dive into the juicy details, let me give you some background...

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A smiling young woman outdoors | Source: Midjourney

Noah and I have been together for three years, and we're engaged now. We met at a mutual friend's barbecue. It was one of those moments where you lock eyes across the room, and you just know. We clicked instantly, bonding over our love for the outdoors and our shared passion for cooking.

"Hi, I'm Claire," I said, extending my hand.

"Noah," he replied, shaking my hand with a warm smile. "You like hiking?"

"Love it," I said. "What about you?"

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"Absolutely. There's this trail up in the mountains that I think you'd really like."

A couple meets at a barbecue party | Source: Midjourney

A couple meets at a barbecue party | Source: Midjourney

Fast forward a few months, and we were inseparable. He proposed to me on a hiking trip, at the top of this beautiful mountain where we had our first date.

"Claire, you make me happier than I've ever been," he said, getting down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"

I was in tears. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!" I replied, pulling him up into a hug. We've been planning our future together ever since.

Now, on to the current drama. I make vases as a hobby. It's something that relaxes me, and I take pride in my work.

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A young woman making a vase | Source: Midjourney

A young woman making a vase | Source: Midjourney

My mom and I have always been really close: we hike, have pets, and love eating outside whenever we can. For her birthday, which is next week, I made her a cat vase. It's shaped like a charming cat and turned out super cute. I was really proud of it.

I had just finished the vase, brought it to my apartment, wrapped it up, and was so excited to give it to her. But then Noah's mother, Eleanor, came over. Her birthday was yesterday, and Noah hadn't gotten her a present.

A cute vase shaped like a cat | Source: Midjourney

A cute vase shaped like a cat | Source: Midjourney

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Since she likes cats, Noah just gave her the vase I made. Just like that. No second thoughts. She loved it, of course.

"Wow, this is adorable!" Eleanor exclaimed, her eyes welling up. "I've never received anything like this."

I was standing there, stunned.

Noah doesn't live with me; he has his own apartment. Eleanor stopped by just before we headed out for dinner to see my new kitten.

"Noah," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "can I talk to you for a second?"

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A smiling older woman holding a gift box | Source: Midjourney

We stepped into the kitchen. "What the hell, Noah? That vase was for my mom."

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"It's just a vase, Claire," he replied, shrugging. "I'll get you another one. Don't ruin this for my mom. She really likes it."

I felt a rush of anger and disbelief. I couldn't let it go. When we went back to the living room, I did something I didn't expect from myself. I ruined it.

"Eleanor," I said, my voice shaking, "there seems to be a mix-up. That vase was actually a gift for my mom."

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An angry couple in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney

Eleanor looked crestfallen. "Oh, I see," she murmured, handing it back to me. She looked so disappointed, and I felt a pang of guilt.

Noah's face turned red. "We should get going, Mom," he said, glaring at me. "Claire, maybe it's best if you stay here tonight."

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I stood there, watching them leave, feeling a mix of emotions. I knew I had upset her, but I was also hurt that Noah didn't see how much effort I put into making that vase.

Later that night, I received a text from Eleanor.

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A very angry man | Source: Midjourney

"Claire, thank you so much for the card and the book. They're lovely."

I quickly replied, "You're welcome, Eleanor. I'm really sorry about what happened earlier."

She responded, "I was just really excited about the cat vase. I love cats so much, and Noah has never gotten me anything cat-themed. It's always cooking supplies or an apron."

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"I understand. I'm so sorry for the mix-up," I texted back.

"It's not your fault. It's just... I was looking forward to something special," she replied.

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A closeup shot of a woman texting | Source: Pexels

Later that evening, my phone buzzed, shattering the deafening silence. Noah's name flashed on the screen, followed by a single, ominous word: "Talk."

My gut clenched. Was this a break-up text? A fight brewing? My heart hammered against my ribs as I read the rest.

"Mom cried the whole way home," Noah wrote, his words heavy with guilt. "And I didn't have a present for her. I felt like a terrible son."

Panic clawed at my throat. Was I the cause of his mom's tears? Was I about to be blamed for this whole mess?

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A sad older woman sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

Noah's mom, Eleanor, is an absolute angel: kind, sweet, and constantly showered with...well, not much. Her birthday rolls around every year like clockwork, yet here we were, on the eve, and Noah empty-handed.

My loyalty warred within me. A part of me understood the thoughtful gesture: remaking the gift, anything to save the day. But the other part bristled. This wasn't a surprise party sprung upon him. Her birthday wasn't a secret. It was staring him down from every calendar for the past 365 days.

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A sad woman staring out the window | Source: Midjourney

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"It's not exactly my fault," I mumbled to myself, a knot forming in my stomach. "Besides, the vase is one of my best pieces. It's a tradition – Mom gets my art for every holiday and every birthday. It's something she cherishes, something she shows off with pride. From the wonky clay sculptures from kindergarten to now, she had them all."

But seeing Noah's guilt, feeling a pang of sympathy for Eleanor, all the while clinging to the joy my mom would feel receiving the vase... I was hopelessly tangled in a web of good intentions and unforeseen consequences.

A young woman giving a gift to her mother | Source: Midjourney

A young woman giving a gift to her mother | Source: Midjourney

Maybe I should have insisted on another gift. A helpless sigh escaped my lips. I didn't know how to untangle the mess.

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In case you're wondering what happened afterward, here you go...

The next day, my phone buzzed again. It was Noah, asking if he could come over. My heart sank. I knew this conversation was inevitable, but I wasn't looking forward to it.

When Noah arrived, he looked serious. His usual warm smile was replaced with a tight frown.

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A man frowning while talking to his fiancée | Source: Midjourney

"Claire," he paused to take a deep breath, stepping into the living room. He didn't wait for my response and just started talking. "I'm really disappointed in how you handled things with my mom."

I felt a defensive surge rising. "Noah, you gave away a gift that wasn't yours to give. That vase was for my mom. You didn't even ask me."

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A couple arguing in the living room | Source: Midjourney

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I had to do a lot of sweet-talking to make my mom understand what happened. I told her you mixed up the packages and that you had a vase for her that I just needed to get."

I crossed my arms. "Well, I don't have anything else for her. I'm not going to help you out here. You can go buy something and pass it off as handmade, but I'm not covering for you."

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A woman standing with her arms crossed | Source: Midjourney

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Noah's expression hardened. "I expected better from you, Claire. You embarrassed my mom and made me look like a fool."

My eyes widened in disbelief. "You think I'm the one who should apologize? You didn't even consider my feelings or the effort I put into that vase. It's not just a random item: it's part of a tradition with my mom. Your behavior was cruel to me, to my mom, and even to your mom."

He stepped closer, his face flushed with anger. "I'm not apologizing. You're the one who made this a big deal."

A woman stares in disbelief | Source: Midjourney

A woman stares in disbelief | Source: Midjourney

His voice grew louder. "You know what? Fine. I'll give her this." He reached for a mermaid statue I had made earlier in the year, one of my favorite pieces.

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My heart pounded. "Noah put that down. If you take it, I'll call the police."

We weren't screaming, but the tension in the room was palpable. He slammed the statue back onto the table, causing a small crack to appear on its base. "You're acting like a child, Claire. Grow up. Call me when you do." He turned to leave, adding, "We're over. Find yourself a new boyfriend."

A mermaid statue | Source: Midjourney

A mermaid statue | Source: Midjourney

I felt a mix of anger and heartbreak. "You know what? Good. We're done. Take the clay if you want, but I've already returned your Xbox to the store."

He shot me a scornful look. "Keep the freaking clay. If I knew you wouldn't give my mom the present, I wouldn't have apologized. You've ruined her holiday."

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"Leave, Noah. Just go," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

He stormed out, slamming the door behind him. I stood there, feeling a rush of emotions: anger, sadness, and a strange sense of relief.

A lonely and heartbroken young woman | Source: Midjourney

A lonely and heartbroken young woman | Source: Midjourney

I stared at the cracked mermaid statue, feeling a pang of sadness. My relationship with Noah was over, and I was left with a lot of clay and broken pieces, both literal and metaphorical.

I spent the next few days reflecting on everything that had happened. I talked it over with my mom, who was supportive and understanding.

"You did what you thought was right, Claire," she said, hugging me. "And sometimes, doing the right thing is the hardest choice to make."

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A mother and daughter hugging | Source: Midjourney

As the days passed, I began to feel more at peace with my decision. I immersed myself in my pottery, finding solace in the familiar rhythm of shaping clay.

I might have lost Noah, but I gained a deeper understanding of myself and what I valued. And who knew? Maybe it was the start of something new and better.

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A smiling young woman making pottery | Source: Midjourney

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Elderly woman and young man | Source: Unsplash

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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