My Husband Rewrote His Will behind My Back, and I Can’t Forgive Him — Story of the Day

My husband helped me raise my daughters, although he was not their biological father. In the end, he made a huge decision on his own that changed my life and ruined everything.

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Years ago, I met Nicholas during the hardest time of my life. I was a single mother and had two daughters to feed. But we fell in love and got married in less than a year. We also moved into the most beautiful home I could imagine.

Nicholas had been divorced in the past and had a son he barely spoke to, Nick Jr. His ex-wife did everything in her power to stop Nicholas from seeing the kid. He hated her attitude and missed his son.

We moved into a beautiful house after our wedding. | Source: Shutterstock

We moved into a beautiful house after our wedding. | Source: Shutterstock

Therefore, he took on a fatherly role with my daughters and became the best dad they ever had. Eventually, they stopped calling him “stepfather.” He was just their dad. But that was more than 20 years ago. My daughters grew up and now have families of their own.

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Luckily, my eldest, Darlene, gave us two grandchildren. Nicholas adored those boys, and they visited often. They came for lunch one Sunday, and I wanted to talk to Darlene about something serious. My husband had told me something the night before that I wasn’t sure I could deal with at all.

I thought it was unfair, but I wanted my daughter’s honest opinion. Luckily, Nicholas planned to take the kids to the park. “Ok, Alice, honey. See you later,” he said, giving me a worried look because he knew I had been thinking about last night.

I had to talk to Darlene about what her father did. | Source: Pexels

I had to talk to Darlene about what her father did. | Source: Pexels

“Mom, what’s going on?” Darlene asked when we were finally alone.

“Oh, Darlene. I don’t know what I’m going to do now. I don’t know if I’m being selfish or what,” I started.

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“Tell me. We’ll figure things out,” she told me.

“Last night, your father revealed something that I’m not sure I can forgive. He willed this big mansion to his son, Nick,” I explained.

“What? I thought he hadn’t spoken to Nick in years,” Darlene said, confused.

“He hasn’t! Ever since that big fight where Nick called him all kinds of names because Nicholas wouldn’t give him money,” I added.

“But then, he’s giving him this house? You live here too. You guys are married,” Darlene continued.

Darlene couldn't believe Nicholes would do this.  | Source: Pexels

Darlene couldn’t believe Nicholes would do this. | Source: Pexels

“That’s the problem, sweetheart. He just made that decision on his own without telling me anything about it. He showed me the will last night. It has been notarized and everything,” I said. “He is also giving him all the money in his bank account.”

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“I can’t believe Dad would do this,” Darlene said. “I mean…I wasn’t expecting anything for my sister or me. But he completely disregarded us…his family for 20 years.”

“That’s how I feel. Like after all this time, we were never his real family! His son has treated him horribly for so long, and I know that his horrible mother influenced him. But still…I don’t know what to do,” I finished and dried the tears running down my face.

We always had a seemingly great relationship. | Source: Pexels

We always had a seemingly great relationship. | Source: Pexels

“I’m just in shock. You guys have had the perfect relationship for so long. My husband and I talked about it all the time. I can’t believe Dad would do this,” Darlene muttered. “Let me call Rosaline. Let’s see what she thinks.”

“Dad did what?!” Rosaline yelled through the speakerphone. “I can’t believe it. I don’t want his money, but I can’t believe he wouldn’t want Mom to be set for life if anything happens.”

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“Yeah, that’s how I feel,” Darlene told her sister. Meanwhile, I was still crying softly.

“Well, I’m sorry. I consider him my father, but I won’t tolerate this. Mom, you have rights to the house and the money. We are taking legal action NOW!” Rosaline exclaimed and hung up.

I didn't want to take legal action, but my daughters insisted. | Source: Pexels

I didn’t want to take legal action, but my daughters insisted. | Source: Pexels

“I didn’t want to take this any further. He’s my husband, and I know he wants to take care of Nick Jr. because he wasn’t there most of his life,” I told Darlene, hoping that she would convince her sister to back down.

“No, Mom. That wasn’t Dad’s fault or yours. What are you going to do if something happens? You would be left homeless and penniless. Rosaline is right. We have no option unless he changes his will,” Darlene coaxed.

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“I’ll try to talk to him,” I said tentatively. But I knew Nicholas. I knew he wouldn’t change his mind. I talked to him that night after Darlene left with her kids. Nicholas wouldn’t budge, so I packed my things and went to stay at Rosaline’s house.

Our relationship was ruined, but at least, I wasn't homeless and penniless. | Source: Pexels

Our relationship was ruined, but at least, I wasn’t homeless and penniless. | Source: Pexels

We took him to court but gave him many chances to change his mind. In the end, Nicholas decided to sell the big house and give me half the price. I didn’t want to divorce him, but there was no other option. So I received half our savings as well.

He ruined our relationship. My daughters and I never saw him again. In the end, he didn’t consider us family at all.

What can we learn from this story?

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  • Money troubles can ruin everything. Nicholas disregarded part of his family in favor of his son, and in the end, he ruined his marriage.
  • You have to protect yourself. Alice didn’t want to take her husband to court, but her daughters wanted to protect her.

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Stepbrothers Destroyed My Family Heirlooms – Am I Justified in My Revenge?

Hey everyone! Buckle up, because I’m about to spill the tea on a family drama that’s more tangled than a soap opera plot. I’m Willow, and what started as a regular day turned into a whirlwind of shattered heirlooms, stepmother drama, and a lawsuit that has left my family divided. Let’s dive in!

So, a bit of background: my mom passed away when I was just ten. It was a tough time, and things got even more complicated when my dad remarried less than a year later.

A little girl in a beret looking outside from the window | Source: Pexels

A little girl in a beret looking outside from the window | Source: Pexels

His new wife, Susan, jumped straight into having more kids, and in three years, she had three children. She also has two older kids from a previous relationship, who are now eight and seven years old. So, our house is pretty much a circus all the time.

I’m the only grandchild on my mother’s side and the only granddaughter on either side. My grandparents, especially on my mom’s side, love gifting me jewelry. When my mom died, I inherited her entire collection.

A little girl coloring with her grandparents | Source: Pexels

A little girl coloring with her grandparents | Source: Pexels

This jewelry isn’t just some random trinkets – it’s real, expensive stuff. I know it sounds a bit materialistic, but the whole collection is easily worth about $100,000. Each piece has a story, a memory, and they mean the world to me.

Now, onto the real issue. Recently, I came home after hanging out with a friend. As soon as I walked in, I noticed something strange – the oldest three kids had a pile of my jewelry on the floor of their playroom.

A close-up shot of a necklace in a box | Source: Pexels

A close-up shot of a necklace in a box | Source: Pexels

They were literally jumping on it, smashing it with their feet like it was some kind of game. I lost it. “What the hell are you doing?!” I screamed. The kids just looked at me, confused and a bit scared.

I ran to get Susan. She came rushing in, and the first thing she did was check if the kids were hurt.

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourselves?” she asked, completely ignoring the mess on the floor.

“They destroyed my jewelry, Susan! Do you even care?” I was practically in tears, holding up the broken pieces.

A boy jumping in a room | Source: Pexels

A boy jumping in a room | Source: Pexels

Susan sighed. “They’re just kids, Willow. They didn’t know any better.”

“These aren’t just toys! They smashed heirloom pieces! Do you even understand how valuable these are?” I could feel my face turning red with anger and frustration.

Susan shrugged, clearly not understanding or caring about the significance of what had been lost. She then told the kids to stay in their rooms and instructed me to take my jewelry away from the floor.

A woman looking furious | Source: Pexels

A woman looking furious | Source: Pexels

Instead of saying anything to her kids, Susan turned to me and called me out for keeping my jewelry in my room in a box from where the kids could easily take it.

“You should’ve kept your jewelry somewhere safer, Willow. They’re just children. How could you expect them to know any better?” she scolded, her voice dripping with condescension.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Are you serious right now? They were in my room! How is this my fault?”

A sliver-framed round mirror and jewelry items lying on the wooden floor | Source: Pexels

A sliver-framed round mirror and jewelry items lying on the wooden floor | Source: Pexels

Susan shook her head and sighed. “Well, maybe if you didn’t flaunt your expensive stuff around, this wouldn’t have happened.”

She’s impossible, right? She could have apologized for what her kids did or taught them a thing or two about not snooping around or taking someone else’s stuff without their permission, but no. She chose to parent me instead.

I was at my breaking point. I was so fed up with Susan and her kids that I decided to take action.

A black jewelry box | Source: Pexels

A black jewelry box | Source: Pexels

Keeping my cool, I got Susan to repeat everything she said earlier so I could record it. This time around, she was louder and angrier. Lucky for me, the brunt of her anger was directed toward me, despite it being her precious boys’ fault.

“Honestly, Willow, you need to be more responsible. This is your fault for leaving your jewelry where they could get it!” she shouted, her face turning red.

I held up my phone, pretending to adjust my grip but making sure to catch every word. “So, you’re saying it’s my fault that they destroyed my things?”

An angry senior woman | Source: Pexels

An angry senior woman | Source: Pexels

“Yes, exactly! You need to learn how to share this house with everyone!” she snapped.

That was all the evidence I needed. I emailed the recording to my grandparents, aunts, and uncles, detailing what happened. I also attached pictures of the damage. My grandparents were furious.

They couldn’t believe the audacity of Susan and her kids. Now, they’re suing my stepmother for $50,000. And half of my family now hates her.

A woman sitting beside her bed while using a laptop | Source: Unsplash

A woman sitting beside her bed while using a laptop | Source: Unsplash

When my dad found out, he was furious. He stormed into my room, his face red with anger. “Willow, what were you thinking? Why would you involve the whole family in this? You should have come to me first!”

I looked up from my phone, trying to keep calm. “Dad, I did come to you. You didn’t do anything. Susan blamed me for their mess!”

He shook his head, clearly frustrated. “You should have let me work it out. This is a family matter, and now you’ve blown it out of proportion.”

An emotional father holding his daughter's hand | Source: Pexels

An emotional father holding his daughter’s hand | Source: Pexels

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Dad, they destroyed Mom’s jewelry. Heirlooms! And Susan didn’t care at all. She blamed me! How could I just let that go?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know it’s hard, but involving your grandparents and suing Susan is too much. We could have handled this internally.”

I felt a lump forming in my throat. “Handled it internally? Like how? By doing nothing? By letting Susan get away with it?”

A close-up of a woman wearing pearl earrings and a gold necklace with a pendant | Source: Pexels

A close-up of a woman wearing pearl earrings and a gold necklace with a pendant | Source: Pexels

“I would have talked to her. We could have found a solution,” he insisted.

“Talk to her?” I scoffed. “You mean like how she talked to me? Blaming me for everything? Dad, for once, I needed you to be on my side.”

His face softened a bit, but he still looked torn. “Willow, I love you. But you need to understand that Susan is my wife. The boys are my responsibility too. I have to keep the peace.”

A man sitting and thinking about his problems | Source: Pexels

A man sitting and thinking about his problems | Source: Pexels

I nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words. “I get it, Dad. But keeping the peace shouldn’t mean sacrificing what’s right. I couldn’t just stand by and let them ruin everything Mom left me.”

He looked at me, a mix of sadness and frustration in his eyes. “I just wish you’d given me a chance to fix it.”

I shook my head, tears welling up. “I did, Dad. But you were too busy protecting them to see how much this hurt me.”

A young woman crying | Source: Pexels

A young woman crying | Source: Pexels

He didn’t have a response to that, and after a moment of silence, he left my room.

So now I’m left wondering, readers, was my father right? Should I have overlooked what Susan did and tried to resolve the matter at home without involving my grandparents? What would you have done in my place?

It’s just so painful to see my dad choose them over me, and I don’t know if I handled this the right way. I’m torn between feeling justified and feeling like I’ve made things worse.

A sad woman sitting outdoors during daytime | Source: Unsplash

A sad woman sitting outdoors during daytime | Source: Unsplash

What do you think? Am I in the wrong here, or was I right to stand up for myself and my mom’s legacy?

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He didn’t have a response to that, and after a moment of silence, he left my room.

So now I’m left wondering, readers, was my father right? Should I have overlooked what Susan did and tried to resolve the matter at home without involving my grandparents? What would you have done in my place?

It’s just so painful to see my dad choose them over me, and I don’t know if I handled this the right way. I’m torn between feeling justified and feeling like I’ve made things worse.

A sad woman sitting outdoors during daytime | Source: Unsplash

A sad woman sitting outdoors during daytime | Source: Unsplash

What do you think? Am I in the wrong here, or was I right to stand up for myself and my mom’s legacy?

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A smiling blonde woman sitting on a sofa looking at the camera | Source: Freepik

A smiling blonde woman sitting on a sofa looking at the camera | Source: Freepik

So, I’m 25, navigating this weird phase of life where my stepmom, Natalie, is a central figure. She’s only 37, and yeah, she married my dad just two years after we lost my mom. It’s been rough, not going to lie.

A bride and groom holding hands | Source: Unsplash

A bride and groom holding hands | Source: Unsplash

My mom was everything to me, and seeing Dad with someone else, especially so soon and so much younger? Tough to stomach.

But life’s all about the surprises it throws at you, right? Natalie does make Dad happy, which is something, I guess. So I’ve been trying to thaw the frosty air between us, aiming for at least a “normal” relationship.

A mother's day card beside a pen, macaroons, flowers, and a box near a coffee cup with saucer | Source: Pexels

A mother’s day card beside a pen, macaroons, flowers, and a box near a coffee cup with saucer | Source: Pexels

Mother’s Day was on the horizon, and I figured, why not make an effort? I booked a table at a nice restaurant for her and Dad and bought this pretty necklace.

It had her initials and a tiny tortoise charm hanging from it—Dad mentioned once that she’s nuts about tortoises. I was really excited to give it to her, thinking maybe, just maybe, it could be a step toward mending fences.

A gift bag | Source: Flickr

A gift bag | Source: Flickr

So, I handed her the gift, right? She opened it, looked at it, and her face twisted as if she’d just sniffed spoiled milk. And then, no kidding, she tossed it back into the gift bag.

A tortoise necklace with the initial "N" | Source: Flickr

A tortoise necklace with the initial “N” | Source: Flickr

Why did Avril’s stepmom treat her heartfelt gift that way?

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