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I Planned to Help My Son Buy His First House, Until I Overheard His Phone Call and Immediately Canceled the Payment

Caitlin Farley
Sep 26, 2024
10:40 A.M.

I was ready to help my son buy his first house, hoping it would finally heal the years of distance between us. But everything changed when I overheard him speaking over the phone. I knew I had to act fast to prevent a disaster.

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I stood there, squinting against the late afternoon sun, my hand resting on David's shoulder. The house before us was everything I'd dreamed it would be: red brick, white trim, a porch swing gently swaying in the breeze.

It was perfect. Or at least, I thought it was.

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Two men standing outside a house | Source: Midjourney

"What do you think, son?" I asked, trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice. "This could be your new home."

David nodded and flashed me a wan smile. "It's alright. Has an… I don't know, old-fashioned charm, I guess?"

I felt a twinge in my chest, but I pushed it down.

He'll come around, I told myself. This is our chance to start over.

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A concerned man | Source: Midjourney

"Old-fashioned? Nah, it's classic," I said, forcing a chuckle. "Built to last, just like our relationship, right?"

David looked up then. There was a flicker of... something in his eyes. Guilt? Annoyance? I couldn't tell. "Yeah, sure, Dad," he muttered.

As we walked up the pathway, my mind drifted back to how we'd ended up here. It had been a long, painful journey — one I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

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Two men approaching the entrance of a house | Source: Midjourney

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The day Carla left, she took more than just her clothes and half our savings. She took my only son, my future, my hope.

I remember standing in David's empty room, holding his favorite stuffed dinosaur, wondering how the hell I'd let things get so bad.

For years, it was like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands. Every time I thought I was getting closer to David, Carla would yank him away.

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A man reaching out longingly | Source: Midjourney

Missed visits turned into missed birthdays and missed graduations. My phone calls went unanswered, and my letters returned unopened.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Peterson," David's school secretary would say, her voice dripping with pity. "We're not allowed to give out that information."

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I'd hang up, my fist clenching around the phone. Dammit, Carla, I'd think. He's my son too.

But Carla was always one step ahead. She'd moved them God knows where, spinning tales about how I'd abandoned them, how I was unreliable, dangerous even.

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A man speaking on an old cordless phone | Source: Midjourney

And David? He believed her. Why wouldn't he? He was just a kid, and I was the shadowy figure who'd vanished from his life.

Years passed, but I never stopped trying, never stopped hoping. I sent birthday cards to his old address, praying they'd be forwarded. I drove by Carla's parents' house on holidays, hoping to catch a glimpse of my boy. Nothing.

Then, out of the blue, a message on Facebook. "Hey, Dad. It's David. Can we talk?"

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My heart nearly stopped.

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A surprised man | Source: Midjourney

I must've read that message a hundred times, my hands shaking so badly I could barely type a reply.

We met at a coffee shop. David was all grown up: tall, broad-shouldered, with my eyes and Carla's smile. The conversation was awkward and stilted.

There was so much I wanted to say, and so many questions I wanted to ask. But I held back, afraid of scaring him off.

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An anxious man sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

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"I've been thinking," he said, stirring his untouched coffee. "Maybe... maybe Mom wasn't entirely fair about some things."

It took everything I had not to jump across the table and hug him. Instead, I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I'm just glad you reached out, son. Whatever happened in the past, I want you to know I never stopped loving you."

From there, it was baby steps. Phone calls, text messages, the occasional dinner. And now, this house. My chance to make things right, to be the father I should've been all along.

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A mature man smiling at his adult son | Source: Midjourney

"Earth to Dad," David's voice snapped me back to the present. "You gonna unlock the door or what?"

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"Right, sorry," I fumbled with the keys the realtor had given me. "Just got lost in thought for a second there."

As we stepped inside, I couldn't help but imagine the life David could build here. Family dinners in the spacious kitchen, grandkids running around the backyard. A future where the wounds of the past could finally heal.

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An optimistic man standing in an unfurnished living room | Source: Midjourney

"So, what do you think?" I asked, unable to keep the hope out of my voice. "I know it needs a little work, but—"

"It's fine," David cut me off, his eyes darting around the room. "Hey, I gotta make a quick call. Be right back."

I watched him step out onto the porch, his phone already pressed to his ear. Probably calling his girlfriend, I thought. Or maybe his mom...

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A man exiting a house while dialing a number on his phone | Source: Midjourney

I wandered into the kitchen, running my hand along the granite countertop. That's when I heard it — David's voice, low and urgent, drifting through the open window.

"Yeah, Mom, it's perfect. Dad's totally clueless... No, he has no idea... Yeah, we can probably get at least fifty grand more than he's paying... New car for you, you can finally have that plastic surgery you want..."

The world tilted sideways. I gripped the counter, my knuckles turning white. This can't be happening. Not again.

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A shocked and heartbroken man | Source: Midjourney

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But it was. The pieces fell into place with sickening clarity. The sudden reconciliation, the eagerness to accept my help... It had all been a con. A long game to squeeze me for everything I was worth.

I wanted to scream, to storm out there and confront him. But something held me back. Maybe it was shock, or maybe... maybe it was a lifetime of being the passive, manipulated fool Carla had always painted me to be.

No more, I thought, a cold resolve settling over me. This ends now.

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A man peering around a corner with a grim expression | Source: Midjourney

With trembling fingers, I pulled out my phone and dialed my bank. "I need to cancel a payment," I said, my voice surprisingly steady.

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By the time David came back in, all smiles and fake enthusiasm, I'd made up my mind.

"Hey, Dad," he said, clapping me on the shoulder. "This place is growing on me. When can we finalize everything?"

I met his eyes, searching for any trace of the little boy I'd once known. "Actually, David, I think we need to talk."

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A determined man | Source: Midjourney

His smile faltered. "About what?"

"About the real reason you reached out to me. About your plans for this house."

The color drained from his face. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."

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"I heard you, David. On the phone with your mother. I know what you're planning."

For a moment, he looked like he might try to lie his way out of it. Then his face hardened, a sneer twisting his features.

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A sneering man | Source: Midjourney

"So what if you did? After everything you put us through, you owe us."

The words hit me like a physical blow. "Everything I put you through? Your mother kept you from me for years, David. She lied to you, manipulated you—"

"She protected me!" David shouted. "Where were you, huh? Where were you when we needed you?"

I took a deep breath, fighting to keep my composure. "I was right here, David. Always. Your mother made sure you never knew that."

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A man speaking from the heart | Source: Midjourney

David scoffed, turning away. "Whatever. Are you gonna buy the house or not?"

At that moment, looking at this stranger wearing my son's face, something inside me broke. But it wasn't the shattering pain I'd expected. It was more like... release.

"No, David. I'm not buying the house. And I think... I think it's time we went our separate ways."

He spun around, eyes wide with disbelief. "What? You can't do that! We had a deal!"

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A furious man | Source: Midjourney

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I shook my head, already walking towards the door. "No, you had a deal. With your mother. I'm done being the fool in this story."

"Dad, wait!" David called after me, panic creeping into his voice. "We can work this out. I didn't mean—"

But I was already outside, the afternoon sun warm on my face. I paused on the porch, taking one last look at the house that had once represented all my hopes and dreams.

It's just a house, I realized. The dream was already dead.

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A man staring up at a house | Source: Midjourney

As I walked away, I felt a weight lifting from my shoulders. The house grew smaller behind me, along with all the pain and disappointment it now represented.

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For the first time in years, I felt... free. And that, I realized, was worth more than any house, any relationship built on lies.

I got in my car and drove away, leaving behind the house of broken dreams.

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A car pulling out of a driveway | Source: Midjourney

The future stretched out before me, a blank canvas waiting to be filled. And for once, I was excited to see what I might paint on it.

Here's another story: When Mara returns home early from a business trip, she expects to surprise her husband and son with gifts. Instead, she discovers her son lying on the floor and her husband absent. As the chilling truth unravels, Mara must make a life-changing decision. Click here to continue reading.

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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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