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John Wayne called one film icon ‘a complete idiot’ and another ‘the worst actor in town’ – My Blog

John Wayne was famously opinionated about politics, Westerns and communists.The Duke’s devotion to the purity of Westerns was an extension of his own personal, deeply-rooted conservative views.

He refused to work with Clint Eastwood on numerous occasions, rejecting studio advances to cast them together in films like Joe Kidd, based on the other star’s prominence in the changing tone of Westerns.But he was remarkably able to separate his issues with fellow actors’ political views from their professional abilities, happily working with Hollywood liberals, though rarely socialising with them on set.He almost never spoke disparagingly of other actors’ actual talents (or lack thereof), although his daughter revealed two very famous exceptions.Laurence Harvey, Richard Widmark with actor and director John Wayne on the set of The AlamoLaurence Harvey, Richard Widmark with actor and director John Wayne on the set of The AlamoWayne has been constantly on TV over the Bank Holiday in a series of Westerns from The War Wagon, Chisum and Red River to, finally, The Alamo this evening.The Duke also directed that film and had a famous clash with actor Richard Widmark, based on the other’s insubordination.Pilar Wayne’s 1987 book John Wayne: My Life With the Duke, spilled on numerous clashed her father had, as well as those two infamous character assassinations.Of the situation with Widmark, she wrote: “He kept on arguing with Duke in front of the rest of the cast and crew. Predictably, the day came when Duke’s patience ran out… Widmark and Duke had a violent confrontation and Duke threw the smaller man against a wall.”John Wayne and George Takei in The Green BeretsJohn Wayne and George Takei in The Green Berets (Image: GETTY)George Takei, who starred with Wayne in The Green Berets, made it clear that these clashes were always based in on-set behaviour.He told The Express they had no problems despite holding wildly different views: “There was a core of decency in him. He was a very pro-war guy and when I went in for the interview I said, ‘I have to be honest with you, I don’t agree with you about the Vietnam War. I have been campaigning against the war. I wanted you to know.’“He surprised me. He said, ‘I am hiring the best actor I can for the role, that’s all that I am concerned about.”
Bite The Bullet stars Gene Hackman and Jan-Michael VincentBite The Bullet stars Gene Hackman and Jan-Michael Vincent (Image: GETTY)
Pilar Wayne noted one actor who seemed to rile her father more than any other: “When it came to his contemporaries in film, I only heard him speak once with any real venom.“Gene Hackman could never appear on-screen without my father skewering his performance… Back then, however, my father called Hackman ‘the worst actor in town. He’s awful.’”The Duke was also uncharacteristically unking about another legendary Hollywood legend.Pilar Wayne wrote that her father said of Clark Gable: “[He’s] extremely handsome in person,” Wayne said. “That’s one guy that doesn’t need Hollywood to make him look good. But Gable’s an idiot. You know why Gable’s an actor? It’s the only thing he’s smart enough to do.”This was connected to Wayne’s dismissal of those, like Gable, who viewed acting as an art. He said: “I don’t act at all, I react.”He added: “All I do is sell sincerity, and I’ve been selling the hell out of that since I started… That arty crowd has only surface brilliance anyway. Real art is basic emotion. If a scene is handled with simplicity—and I don’t mean simple—it’ll be good and the public will know it.”

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Caring Father Makes Daughter Miss Homecoming, Senior Prom & Delete All Her Social Media as Punishment

When my wife and I discovered the horrible thing our daughter did at school, we agreed on her punishment: no prom, no homecoming, no social media, and no new car. But soon, I was told it was too harsh. Can you help us figure out if we did the right thing?As a parent, there are several calls you never want to receive regarding your kids. One is from a hospital, two is from jail, and I think the third is from school. At least, not in a serious tone.A man using his computer while on the phone | Source: GeminiA man using his computer while on the phone | Source: GeminiYou see, my wife, Savannah, and I have three kids, Anthony, Emma, and Sam and we’ve always tried to raise them to be kind, respectful, and decent human beings. But yesterday, I learned something about my youngest, Sam, that made me question if I’ve been doing my job as a parent right.I was working from home when the phone rang. It was her school. They wanted Savannah and me to come in for an “urgent meeting” the following day. A woman in a school office using the phone | Source: GeminiA woman in a school office using the phone | Source: GeminiThe secretary wouldn’t give me any details over the phone. All she said was, “It’s quite serious and concerns your daughter.” Let me tell you, my stomach sank. If this was good news, like an award, she wouldn’t have used that tone. Later that night, I asked Sam what was going on, but she mumbled something about homework and didn’t make eye contact. That was my first red flag.A teenager looking upset | Source: GeminiA teenager looking upset | Source: GeminiThe next morning, Savannah and I showed up at the school’s office, not knowing what to expect. We were ushered into the principal’s office, and the atmosphere was tense, to say the least. Again, Sam didn’t want to look at us.Luckily, the principal got straight to the point: Sam had been involved in a “serious incident” of bullying. At first, we were outraged. Our daughter getting bullied? I wanted names! But alas… I had misunderstood.She was the bully, and it wasn’t a simple issue of bad words or mocking. Sam and her group of friends had targeted a girl to the point where she was now being homeschooled along with getting intensive therapy.A girl laughing in school | Source: GeminiA girl laughing in school | Source: GeminiI don’t want to repeat the details, but this bullying was racially charged. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t look at my daughter then, so I closed my eyes and shook my head. Savannah squeezed my hand to keep me grounded, and finally, I opened my eyes and looked at Sam.I needed to hear her side, so I asked her directly, “Is this true?” At first, she rolled her eyes and muttered, “It wasn’t exactly like that. She made it a bigger deal-” A school girl looking angry in an office | Source: GeminiA school girl looking angry in an office | Source: GeminiOne look from me had her mouth shutting. Her mother pressed her for the truth, and Sam finally conceded. We exited that meeting assuring the principal that we would handle it, but in terms of the school, Sam and her friends were getting a one-week suspension and then, detention for the rest of the year.I thought that was more than fair of them. But obviously, that wasn’t enough given the situation.A couple sitting in an office talking to an older man | Source: GeminiA couple sitting in an office talking to an older man | Source: GeminiThe ride home was silent. Savannah and I exchanged a few looks, but we didn’t say a word. Our daughter slumped in the backseat with her arms crossed like a petulant child, not the 17-year-old almost adult she was.The energy I felt radiating off her was even more angering. She was our youngest child, and the last out of the house. Although we’d taught her the same values as her big brother and sister, we may have also spoiled her a bit.I didn’t know what we should do about her punishment from us. But when we arrived home and went in, I heard Sam whistling as she went to the kitchen and grabbed a soda can from the fridge.A teenager drinking a soda | Source: GeminiA teenager drinking a soda | Source: GeminiShe was… so carefree all of a sudden. Gone was her petulance, but this was worse. Did she take our silence for acceptance?”Samantha Arlene!” I yelled her full name, which I never used. Savannah was shocked, but she followed my lead and stood by my side.Sam choked on her soda before saying, “Don’t call me that!””Samantha!” my wife scolded. “Come here right now!” Then, Savannah looked at me and nodded. She knew I had come to a decision and was encouraging me.A couple looking upset | Source: GeminiA couple looking upset | Source: Gemini”You think your punishment from school is all?” I asked and didn’t wait for a reply. “You’ll be facing consequences here, too. From now on, no social media, no homecoming, no cheerleading practice, and no prom.”Savannah’s eyes widened, but she nodded. “Also, the car you wanted for your birthday. Forget about it!” she added.Sam dropped her soda can, spilling everything on our clean floor. “THAT’S NOT FAIR! Those are the most important milestones of high school! You can’t take that away!”A girl angry in a kitchen | Source: GeminiA girl angry in a kitchen | Source: Gemini”Samantha, you took those milestones from another girl,” I said, pointing my finger at her in accusation. “Show me your phone while you delete your Instagram, Snappy Chatty, TikTakkie, and whatever other stuff you have.””NO!” my daughter wailed.”It’s either that or your phone gets confiscated for good,” Savannah threatened, but her voice remained calm.”FINE!” Sam said petulantly and threw her phone on the living room sofa while storming off. The sound of her door shutting made Savannah and I jump.A phone on a couch | Source: GeminiA phone on a couch | Source: Gemini”This is going to be harder than I thought,” my wife said, and I nodded. But it got even worse.My parents, Jackson and Georgia, called me that night and asked for a place to stay for a couple of weeks. Black mold was discovered at their home, and it was so bad they needed to tent and live somewhere else.It wasn’t an ideal time, but I didn’t have a choice. Unfortunately, they’re the kind of grandparents who would let their grandchildren get away with anything. Also, my dad has always been relaxed about everything. Two grandparents at the door | Source: GeminiTwo grandparents at the door | Source: GeminiWe told them everything that happened at school, and although they were upset and talked to Sam about how wrong she’d been, I knew they’d soon start asking me to be more lenient.The second night they were here, Sam sat at the table, pushing her food around with her fork, looking miserable. Dad noticed, of course. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Come on, Caleb, lighten up a bit! Kids will be kids. Don’t you remember all the stupid stuff you did at that age? She can’t miss the prom.”A grandpa smiling on a sofa | Source: GeminiA grandpa smiling on a sofa | Source: GeminiMy lips were tight while I responded discreetly. “Dad, this isn’t about sneaking out to a party. What she did was hurtful and unacceptable. Even worse, it was bigoted. Spoiled. She needs to learn.”He nodded, unhappy, and I knew he would keep nagging me.One night, after we had finished dinner and Sam left the table looking more miserable than before, Dad spoke to me again. “You’re being too hard, son. Sam’s a good girl. We all make mistakes,” he said, pouting.A grandpa looking worried | Source: GeminiA grandpa looking worried | Source: GeminiI glanced at my mom, hoping for backup, but even she looked concerned. “Darling,” she said gently, “don’t you think this is a bit extreme? Your dad’s right. Sam’s a good girl at heart. You can find another punishment that doesn’t hurt her so much.”I didn’t know what to do. Savannah had my back, of course, and she’d let me take the lead before. But it was time to ask for guidance. Later that night, while in bed, I explained my doubts. “Maybe they’re right,” I said, sighing. “Maybe I’m overreacting. I just don’t want her to think she can get away with hurting others. With being a person who judges people based on their skin, identity, or orientation. I mean, she’s younger than us!”A couple talking in bed | Source: GeminiA couple talking in bed | Source: Gemini”I know what you mean. I thought all kids were growing up better in this generation, but maybe, hate has a way of keeping up,” my wife held my hand.”What should we do?” I asked, defeated.”I think we should find a way for her to redeem herself. Slowly. Let her show us that she has learned her lesson,” Savannah suggested. “If we see a real change, we can start to concede to some things.”It was a fantastic idea and my sour mood lifted slightly. We came up with a decision that night, and I slept better than I had in days.A couple sleeping | Source: GeminiA couple sleeping | Source: GeminiThe next afternoon, we presented Sam with the idea. “We want you to write an apology letter to the girl you bullied. We will try to schedule a meeting with her and her mother, but it might not be possible. Either way, we’ll read this letter and decide if you’ve learned your lesson,” Savannah explained.Sam didn’t look excited. “What’s the point of that?”A amn with arms crossed in a teenager's bedroom | Source: GeminiA amn with arms crossed in a teenager’s bedroom | Source: Gemini”The point is to show us you’ve learned. We won’t make any promises,” my wife continued. “But a punishment is meant for you to understand what you did was wrong. If this is not working, we’ll have to think of something else.”Sam didn’t say much, but she nodded after a few seconds. Then, my wife sat on our daughter’s bed and did something I wasn’t expecting. Savannah touched Sam’s knee. “Sam,” she started gently, “I know what it’s like to be on the other side of bullying.” A woman looking sad | Source: GeminiA woman looking sad | Source: GeminiOur daughter’s eyes widened for a second before she schooled her expression. My wife continued, and I could see how hard it was to share this. “When I was your age, a group of girls decided I didn’t fit in. They started rumors that made my life miserable. I felt so alone… like I had nowhere to turn, and it almost destroyed me for good.”She quieted and stared at my daughter intently, willing her to understand her feelings. Sam’s eyes watered.Savannah nodded and sniffled as she went on. “It took me years to get over the pain. Some days, I’m not sure I did.”A woman wiping her tears | Source: GeminiA woman wiping her tears | Source: Gemini”I didn’t mean to hurt her like that,” Sam finally said, swallowing. “I thought it was nothing. The others were doing it, too.”Savannah took her hand gently. “I know, honey. But you have to understand how words can impact people. And I don’t care what others did. I care about you.”My daughter nodded and started crying openly. I was choked up, too. A second later, we were all wrapped in a big hug.After that conversation, something shifted in Sam. She was my good girl again, and I knew she started working hard on the letter almost immediately.A teenager writing a letter | Source: GeminiA teenager writing a letter | Source: GeminiA day later, Sam came downstairs and handed us a folder of paper. “I wrote it,” she said quietly. “And… I’m sorry. I think I get it now.”My parents watched intently as I unfolded the paper and began to read, with my wife looking over my shoulder. Her words were raw and remorseful, and I could tell she’d poured her heart into it. She admitted she’d wanted to fit in with other girls. It wasn’t an excuse, just a fact. But now understood how hurtful her actions had been.A school girl worried | Source: GeminiA school girl worried | Source: GeminiWhen I finished, I looked at her, feeling relieved. “Thank you, Sam. This is what we needed to see.””And if you can set up a meeting,” Sam offered without prompting, “I’d like to give her the letter and apologize in person.”Savannah wiped a tear away as she hugged our daughter. “Oh, baby,” she said. “We’ll make this right together.”I saw my mom crying from her spot on the couch, and my dad nodded before he focused back on the television.Two grandparents on a sofa | Source: GeminiTwo grandparents on a sofa | Source: GeminiAfter her suspension week, Sam went back to school, had detention in the afternoon, and came home as soon as possible. Her mood was lighter and easier. I saw her doing homework diligently, so we returned her phone. And, the week before homecoming, we told her she was allowed to go.Sam squealed and thanked us, although we made it clear that Prom and her car were still in question. A teenager smiling | Source: GeminiA teenager smiling | Source: GeminiHer attitude has been improving day by day, and she has joined an anti-bullying group at school. So, what do you think? Should we lift her punishment fully now?Here’s another story: Thirteen years ago, I adopted my late husband’s secret twin daughters after his fatal car crash revealed his double life. I gave them everything, but at sixteen, they locked me out of my home. One week later, I discovered the shocking reason for their actions.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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Just a Month After Mom’s Death, Dad Brought a Young Mistress Into Our Home for Christmas

Just a month after my mother lost her battle with cancer, Dad brought his mistress home for Christmas and introduced her as my “NEW MOM.” My heart shattered, but it wasn’t the only thing that left me shaken.My hands won’t stop trembling as I write this. I need to share about a Christmas dinner that turned into a nightmare and showed me how quickly a family can shatter. There are some moments you wish you could forget, but they end up teaching you the hardest lessons about life, grief, and what it means to move on.An upset woman | Source: PexelsAn upset woman | Source: PexelsIt’s been exactly one month since we buried Mom. For three years she fought cancer, and even at the end, she never stopped being… Mom. I remember her last day so clearly — the beeping machines, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the hospital window, and how she squeezed my hand with surprising strength.”Lily, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice raspy but determined. “Promise me something?””Anything, Mom.” I was trying so hard not to cry.”Take care of your sisters. And your father… he doesn’t do well alone. Never has.” She smiled that soft smile of hers. “But make sure he remembers me?””How could anyone forget you?” I choked out.That was our last real conversation. She slipped away the next morning, with my sisters Sarah and Katie holding one hand and me holding the other.People at a funeral | Source: PexelsPeople at a funeral | Source: PexelsThe first week after the funeral, I moved back home. Dad seemed lost, wandering the house like a ghost. I’d find him standing near Mom’s closet, just staring at her clothes. Or sitting in her garden, touching the roses she’d tended so carefully.”He’s not eating,” Katie reported during our daily sister check-in calls. “I brought over lasagna, and it’s still sitting untouched in the fridge.””Same with the casserole I made,” Sarah added. “Should we be worried?”I thought we should be. But then everything changed.It started small. Two weeks after the funeral, Dad cleaned out Mom’s closet without telling any of us. Just boxed everything up and dropped it at the local charity.An empty wardrobe | Source: PexelsAn empty wardrobe | Source: Pexels”Her favorite sweater?” I asked, horrified when I found out. “The blue one she always wore for Christmas?””It’s just taking up space, Lily,” he said, suddenly practical. “Your mom wouldn’t want us dwelling.”A few days later, he joined a gym. He started getting haircuts at some trendy place instead of the salon where Mom had known the owner for 20 years. He bought new clothes and even started humming while doing dishes. At 53, Dad was starting to act like a 20-year-old young man.”He’s handling it differently,” Katie insisted during one of our emergency meetings at my apartment. “Everyone grieves in their own way.”I was pacing, unable to sit still. “This isn’t grief. He’s acting like he just got released from prison instead of losing his wife of 30 years.”A distressed woman | Source: MidjourneyA distressed woman | Source: MidjourneySarah curled up on my couch and tried to keep peace. “Maybe he’s trying to stay strong for us? You know how Mom always worried about him being alone.””There’s a difference between being strong and whatever this is,” I said, watching through my window as night fell over the city. “Something’s not right.”I had no idea how not right things were about to get.”Girls,” Dad called us into the living room one evening, his voice weirdly excited. “Family meeting. I have something important to tell you.”He’d gotten all dressed up — a new shirt, pressed slacks, and polished shoes. He’d even put on cologne. Mom’s picture smiled down from the mantel as we gathered, and I swear Dad’s eyes looked delighted.A senior man in a suit | Source: PexelsA senior man in a suit | Source: Pexels”I’ve met someone special,” he announced, practically bouncing on his feet. “Her name is Amanda, and I want you all to meet her.”The silence that followed was deafening. Katie’s face went white. Sarah started fidgeting with her ring.”What exactly do you mean you’ve met someone?” My voice came out strangled.Dad’s smile never wavered. “I mean I’m not getting any younger, Lily. Life goes on. Amanda makes me happy, and I want her to be part of our family.””Part of our family?” Katie’s voice cracked. “Dad, Mom’s been gone for three weeks!””And what am I supposed to do?” He crossed his arms. “Sit alone in this empty house forever?”A stunned young woman facing a man | Source: MidjourneyA stunned young woman facing a man | Source: Midjourney”Maybe grieve?” I suggested, my anger rising. “Remember your wife? Our mother?””I am grieving,” he snapped. “But I’m also living. Your mother wouldn’t want me to be lonely all my life, girls!””Don’t.” I stood up. “Don’t you dare tell us what Mom would want. You don’t get to use her to justify this.”Dad just walked away, scowling, leaving the three of us in a daze.A week later, he dropped the next bomb.”Christmas dinner,” he announced over the phone. “I want Amanda to join us.”Close-up of a man holding his coat | Source: PexelsClose-up of a man holding his coat | Source: PexelsI nearly dropped my coffee mug. “You’re bringing her to Christmas dinner? Mom’s favorite holiday?””It’s the perfect time for everyone to meet,” he said, sounding irritatingly reasonable. “Amanda’s excited to meet you all. She’s even offered to help cook.””Help cook?” I gripped the phone tighter. “In Mom’s kitchen? Using Mom’s recipes?””Mom’s been gone for four weeks, Dad. Four. Weeks.””And what should I do?” His voice rose. “Cancel Christmas? Sit alone while my daughters judge me?””Maybe respect Mom’s memory? Remember 30 years of marriage? The woman who spent last Christmas in the hospital still trying to make it special for everyone?”A furious woman | Source: MidjourneyA furious woman | Source: Midjourney”I’m still your father,” he said sharply. “And Amanda is coming to Christmas dinner. That’s final.””Fine.” I hung up and immediately called my sisters.”He’s lost his mind,” Katie declared during our emergency video chat. “Completely lost it.”Sarah looked like she might cry. “What do we do?”I had an idea forming. A terrible, perfect idea.Christmas Eve arrived cold and snowy. I spent the morning in Mom’s kitchen making her stuffing recipe. Every few minutes I caught myself turning to ask her a question, the grief hitting fresh each time I remembered she wasn’t there.A woman decorating a Christmas tree | Source: PexelsA woman decorating a Christmas tree | Source: PexelsKatie arrived early to help, bringing Mom’s special tablecloth, the one with tiny embroidered holly leaves that Mom would spend hours ironing each year.”I couldn’t sleep,” Katie admitted as we set the table. “Kept thinking about Mom, how she’d make us polish the silver until it sparkled.””Remember how she’d position everything just right?” Sarah added, arriving with pies. “The centerpiece had to be exactly in the middle.””And the photos,” I smiled sadly. “So many photos before anyone could eat.””Dad would complain his food was getting cold,” Katie laughed, then stopped abruptly. “God, I miss her.”A sad woman with her eyes downcast | Source: MidjourneyA sad woman with her eyes downcast | Source: MidjourneyThe doorbell rang at exactly six. Dad rushed to answer it, checking his reflection in the hall mirror first.”Everyone,” his voice boomed with pride, “this is Amanda.”I was stunned. She couldn’t have been older than 25. Long blonde hair, expensive boots, perfect makeup. She looked like she could have been our younger sister. My father looked like he’d won the lottery.”This is your new MOM!” He announced, his arm around her waist. “I hope you all got her something nice for Christmas!”Katie dropped her wine glass. The red spread across Mom’s white tablecloth like a wound, the holly leaves disappearing under the stain.A woman smiling | Source: MidjourneyA woman smiling | Source: MidjourneyDinner was excruciating. Amanda kept trying to make a conversation, her voice high and nervous.”This stuffing is amazing,” she said. “Family recipe?””My mother’s recipe,” I replied, emphasizing each word. “She made it every Christmas for 30 years. This was her favorite holiday.””Oh.” Amanda pushed food around her plate. “I’m so sorry about your loss. George told me—””George?” I cut her off with a wicked grin. “You mean Dad?”Dad cleared his throat. “Lily!”A woman grinning | Source: MidjourneyA woman grinning | Source: Midjourney”No, I want to know… when exactly did he tell you about Mom? Before or after he asked you out?””Lily, stop,” Dad whispered.”Did he tell you she spent three years fighting cancer? That she was still having chemo this time last year?” I couldn’t stop. “That she made him promise to keep our family together?””That’s enough!” Dad’s voice thundered across the table.Amanda looked close to tears. “I should probably—””No, stay,” Dad insisted. “Family gets uncomfortable sometimes. That’s normal.”A startled woman | Source: MidjourneyA startled woman | Source: Midjourney”Family?” I laughed bitterly. “She’s practically my age, Dad. This isn’t family. It’s creepy.””Present time!” Dad announced after dinner, desperate to change the mood. He’d always played Santa, but watching him do it now felt wrong.I watched Amanda open gifts — a scarf from Katie, a gift card from Sarah. Then she reached for my carefully wrapped box.”Oh, it’s beautiful,” she gasped, lifting out the antique jewelry box. Mom’s favorite, the one she’d kept her wedding ring in. “Thank you, Lily. This is so thoughtful.””Open it,” I said softly. “There’s something special inside.”A woman holding a gift box | Source: PexelsA woman holding a gift box | Source: PexelsThe room fell silent as she lifted the lid. Inside lay a photograph of Mom in her garden last summer, surrounded by her roses and all three of us girls beside her. Her last good day before the hospital. Her smile was still bright and full of life, even though we knew what was coming.Beneath it lay my note: “You are not my mother. No one will ever replace her. Remember that.”Amanda’s hands started shaking. “I… I need to go.””Honey, wait—” Dad reached for her, but she was already running, leaving her coat and muffler behind as she fled into the snowy night.A woman walking away | Source: PexelsA woman walking away | Source: PexelsDad came back inside alone, snow melting on his shoulders, his face ashen.”What did you do?” he demanded.”I gave her a reality check,” I stood my ground. “Did you really think you could replace Mom with someone my age and we’d just accept it?””You had no right,” he growled. “You’re not letting me live my life!””Live your life? Mom’s been dead for four weeks! Her side of the bed isn’t even cold!” I was shouting now, years of watching Mom suffer, weeks of watching Dad move on, all pouring out at once. “Did you even love her?”An angry woman | Source: PexelsAn angry woman | Source: Pexels”How dare you?” His voice broke. “I loved your mother for 30 years. I watched her fight. I watched her die. But she’s gone, Lily. She’s gone, and I’m still here. What am I supposed to do?””Not this,” I whispered, tears finally falling. “Anything but this.”Katie and Sarah stood frozen, Christmas tree lights casting shadows on their tears. Outside, the snow continued to fall, covering Amanda’s footprints as she’d run away from our family’s broken pieces.My dad blamed me for not letting him move on, but I think his actions were deeply disrespectful to my late mother. I firmly believe I did the right thing by defending her memory and making it unequivocally clear to Amanda that she could never fill my mother’s shoes.A woman sitting on the couch | Source: MidjourneyA woman sitting on the couch | Source: MidjourneyHere’s another story: A grieving fisherman finds an abandoned baby boy on his doorstep and adopts him. But 17 years later, a wealthy stranger arrives to threaten their peaceful world with a jolting truth.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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My Wife Told Me That Our 3-Year-Old Son Was Buried

Greg thought he and Natalie had figured out the whole co-parenting thing—until a late-night phone call shattered that illusion with news he never saw coming. Five years. That’s how long Natalie and I were together before we finally called it quits. I think we both knew it was coming, even if we never said it out loud. We met when we were young—too young, maybe. Young couple | Source: MidjourneyYoung couple | Source: MidjourneyAnd by the time the excitement wore off and real life set in, we just… stopped trying. It wasn’t dramatic. No big fights. Just the slow realization that maybe we weren’t meant for forever.Now, we live in different states. Different lives, really. The only thing that ties us together is Oliver—our three-year-old son. That kid is my whole world. I get him during the holidays, which is something, but it’s not enough. It’’s never enough. Little boy blowing on a dandelion | Source: PexelsLittle boy blowing on a dandelion | Source: PexelsBut I wasn’t willing to turn things ugly. We didn’t need lawyers involved or a bitter custody battle. Natalie and I both agreed on that. Oliver didn’t deserve to grow up in a house where his parents were constantly at each other’s throats.That’s why we kept things civil. Every evening, without fail, she’d video call me so I could say goodnight to Oliver. It became a ritual, something I looked forward to. Just seeing his little face light up, hearing him say “Night, Daddy,” before he went off to bed—it made everything feel a little less broken.Dad having a call with his son | Source: MidjourneyDad having a call with his son | Source: MidjourneyEverything was… fine. We were making it work until I got that call.”Greg!” Natalie’s voice came through the phone, but it wasn’t her usual calm tone. No, this time, she was crying. No—screaming. “Greg, our son’s gone!”I froze. “What do you mean, gone?””Oliver is dead!” she yelled, the words stabbing straight through me.I couldn’t even process it. “What? What are you talking about? How?”Natalie was sobbing so hard it was hard to make out her words. “He’s—he’s just gone. Oh my God, Greg…”Woman crying on phone | Source: PexelsWoman crying on phone | Source: PexelsI sank to the floor, feeling the weight of her words crush me. This couldn’t be happening. Not Oliver. Not my boy.”I’ll be there. I’m coming right now,” I said, scrambling to my feet, my voice shaking.”No,” she choked out. “Don’t. We’ve already had the ceremony. He’s… been buried.””Buried?” I whispered, barely able to breathe.I hung up, devastated. I stared at the phone, fingers itching to call Natalie back, to demand answers. My heart raced as the questions swirled in my mind, relentlessly. I hit the call button before I could talk myself out of it.The phone rang once. Twice. And then, finally—Man on phone | Source: PexelsMan on phone | Source: Pexels”Greg,” Natalie answered, her voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.”What the hell, Natalie?” I spat, my voice breaking. “Why didn’t you tell me anything? If something happened to Oliver—if he was sick or hurt—you should’ve called me!””I—I couldn’t,” she stammered, her breath shaky.”You couldn’t?” I shot back, standing up, and pacing around the room. “I’m his father, Natalie! I should’ve been there. I should’ve known! What even happened? Yesterday, he was fine!””It all happened so fast,” she sobbed, her words a jumble. “I didn’t know how to—”Woman on phone | Source: MidjourneyWoman on phone | Source: Midjourney”How to what, Natalie? How to tell me our son is dead?” My voice cracked, anger and sorrow crashing over me like waves. “Do you even understand how that feels? To hear it like that?””I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I couldn’t… I didn’t want to do this over the phone.”I tried to keep my voice steady. “Then when were you going to tell me?””I’m sorry,” she choked out again, like that would somehow make everything better.”Sorry’s not enough, Natalie. Not this time.” I bit my lip, holding back the scream building in my chest. “Why didn’t anyone else call me?”Even if she was too wrecked with grief to think straight, why didn’t her parents call me? Hell, even Mike—her new husband—could’ve reached out. As much as I hated the guy for taking my place in Oliver’s life, he should’ve called me.Man thinking deeply | Source: PexelsMan thinking deeply | Source: PexelsThe next day, while I was packing my bags, the phone rang. I glanced at the screen—Mike. Natalie’s new husband. My jaw tightened as I answered.”Mike,” I said, zipping up my suitcase. “I’m on my way. I’ll be there by tonight.””Wait, Greg,” Mike’s voice was soft, almost hesitant. There was something off in the way he spoke, and it made me stop mid-step.”What is it?” I asked, bracing myself for whatever he was about to say.There was a pause, and when he finally spoke, his words shook me to my core.Man having a phone call | Source: MidjourneyMan having a phone call | Source: Midjourney”Natalie… she’s lost her mind, man. She made all of this up. Oliver’s alive.”My heart slammed in my chest. “What?” I whispered, barely able to believe what I’d just heard.”Natalie made it all up,” Mike repeated, his voice tight with disbelief. “Oliver’s fine. He’s with her parents right now.”For a moment, I couldn’t speak. My mind raced, trying to catch up with the flood of emotions. The anger, the confusion, the relief. My son was alive. Alive. I had spent the entire night mourning him, picturing him gone forever, and now—now Mike was telling me it was all a lie.Man having a phone call | Source: MidjourneyMan having a phone call | Source: Midjourney”She… she lied?” I asked, my voice barely audible.”Yes,” Mike sighed. “She’s been talking about how she didn’t want you in her life anymore. I didn’t believe she’d go this far, but she let it slip. She thought if you believed Oliver was dead, you’d stay away for good.”I stood there, frozen, feeling a rollercoaster of emotions. Anger swelled in my chest. How could she do this to me? To Oliver?Confused and disappointed man | Source: MidjourneyConfused and disappointed man | Source: Midjourney”Greg, I know this is a lot,” Mike continued, “but I couldn’t keep this from you. Natalie’s been… she’s been unraveling for a while. I called you as soon as I found out.”I didn’t respond right away. I could barely form a coherent thought. My son was alive. But Natalie, the woman I had trusted to co-parent with me, had lied. Not just a small lie, but something so monstrous I couldn’t even wrap my head around it.Without another word, I finished packing and booked the next flight. I needed answers. I needed to see Oliver.Half-packed suitcase | Source: PexelsHalf-packed suitcase | Source: PexelsThe flight felt like an eternity. By the time I landed, the anger that had been simmering beneath the surface had grown into a rage I could barely control.When I finally arrived at Natalie’s house, she opened the door before I could even knock. Her eyes were red, tears already streaming down her face.”Greg,” she said softly, her voice cracking. She stepped aside, letting me in.I dropped my bags in the hallway, not caring about the formalities. “How could you do that to me?” I asked, my voice low but trembling with fury.She wiped her eyes, her lips quivering. “I—I thought you’d take Oliver from me.”Emotional woman regretting her actions | Source: MidjourneyEmotional woman regretting her actions | Source: Midjourney”What?” I blinked, stunned. “Why would I do that?”Natalie hesitated, looking down. “I’m… I’m pregnant with another child,” she admitted, her voice small. “I was scared. I thought if you found out, you’d take Oliver away from me. That you’d think he should live with you because I’d have another baby here.”I stared at her in disbelief. “That’s what you thought? That I’d just take Oliver away from you?”She nodded, sniffling. “I panicked, Greg. I didn’t know what else to do.”Upset woman sitting on couch | Source: PexelsUpset woman sitting on couch | Source: PexelsMy anger flared again, hot and sharp. “So you faked our son’s death? Natalie, you buried him in my mind. Do you even realize what you’ve done to me?”She sobbed quietly, unable to meet my eyes.I was shaking now, barely able to contain the storm inside me. “This isn’t about your new baby or what you thought. This is about Oliver, and you almost ripped him away from me. Forever.”Natalie started crying, clearly shaken by her actions.Emotional woman | Source: MidjourneyEmotional woman | Source: Midjourney”Natalie,” I said softly, aware that Mike had entered the room.”This changes things, but it doesn’t excuse what you did. It would help if you had trusted me enough to be open and honest. I would never have separated Oliver from you. He needs both of us. But I am so angry and hurt by the lie. I went hours thinking my son was dead.”Natalie sat and sobbed for a long time, cradling her stomach every few minutes.Then, I heard the sound of little footsteps running through the hallway.”Daddy!” Oliver screamed and jumped into my arms.Man bonding with his son | Source: MidjourneyMan bonding with his son | Source: MidjourneyUltimately, I reassured Natalie that I wasn’t there to take Oliver away. But I was also firm that if she did something like that again, I would be forced to take legal action.On one hand, I think I understand the pain and uncertainty that Natalie felt at the thought of losing her child. But it also made no sense. Given the opportunity, I would have told her I was happy Oliver would be a big brother.I’ve insisted that Natalie and I go to counseling to address any underlying issues from our divorce.Couple at therapy | Source: PexelsCouple at therapy | Source: PexelsMike has been a great source of support for her, and I’m grateful that if anyone had to be a stepfather to my son, it’s the man who phoned me and told me the truth.Back home, the distance between Oliver and me was unbearable. I couldn’t let that be our reality anymore. I opened my laptop, scrolling through job listings. There was no question about it.I had to be closer to my son.”Next time, Natalie,” I muttered to myself, “I won’t be so far away.”Man bonding with his son | Source: MidjourneyMan bonding with his son | Source: MidjourneyHere’s another story for you | Hank was sure he had a happy marriage until, one day, he noticed something weird. Scrolling through the wife’s bills, Hank saw she spent a lot of money on baby items, pediatricians, and so on. But the problem was that the couple didn’t have children. He figured out she led a double life.Read the full story here.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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