{"id":7915,"date":"2025-01-30T01:29:28","date_gmt":"2025-01-30T01:29:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=7915"},"modified":"2025-01-30T01:29:30","modified_gmt":"2025-01-30T01:29:30","slug":"my-dil-threw-my-belongings-out-of-the-house-after-learning-she-inherited-it-but-karma-got-her-that-same-day-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/7915","title":{"rendered":"My DIL Threw My Belongings Out of the House After Learning She Inherited It, but Karma Got Her That Same Day"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Clear your stuff off MY lawn, before I call the cops!\u201d After my father passed, my DIL threw all my family belongings out on the lawn, claiming she\u2019d inherited the house! Minutes later, my son pulled up, and karma hit her hard.\n

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When Dad\u2019s lawyer called about the will reading, I\u2019d been elbow-deep in moving boxes, sorting through decades of memories. I couldn\u2019t face the lawyer\u2019s office, so I called my son, Matt, and asked him to attend instead.\n\n

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\u201cSure, Mom,\u201d he replied. \u201cAre you sure you don\u2019t need help to sort through Grandad\u2019s things?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cThanks, but I\u2019m managing,\u201d I replied. \u201cI\u2019m going to fetch his belongings from the nursing home later today. Why don\u2019t you come by this afternoon and let me know if there\u2019s anything special you want to remember him by, okay?\u201d\n\n

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I was so certain the will reading would be a clear-cut affair without surprises. How wrong I was.\n\n

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The nursing home smelled of antiseptic and faintly of wilted flowers, a combination that made my throat tighten. I took a steadying breath as a young nurse handed me Dad\u2019s belongings, neatly packed in a plain, worn cardboard box.\n\n

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\u201cHere you are, Ma\u2019am,\u201d the nurse said, her voice gentle but distant as if she\u2019d done this a hundred times.\n\n

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I nodded, murmuring a quiet thank you as I lifted the box.\n\n

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It wasn\u2019t heavy, but the weight seemed to press down on me all the same. Inside were the simple things: his favorite worn sweater, a small Bible with its cover frayed from years of use, and several mystery novels with dog-eared pages.\n\n

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I brushed my fingers over the sweater, catching a faint scent of his cologne, familiar and fleeting.\n\n

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The finality hit me when I turned to leave.\n\n

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Dad was truly gone. I tightened my grip on the box as if holding onto it could somehow keep him with me. When I reached my car, silent tears were slipping down my cheeks.\n\n

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I sat in the car and cried until my tears ran out. My phone beeped and rang several times, but it was just Matt. He was probably worried about me, but some grief you have to wade through alone.\n\n

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The last thing I expected to find when I arrived home was my whole life strewn across the front lawn like some kind of unholy estate sale.\n\n

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Boxes piled haphazardly on a front lawn\n\n\n

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The wind picked up, scattering the memories I\u2019d so carefully packed into boxes and hauled down from the attic.\n\n

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Mom\u2019s old recipes, her china, the worn plaid quilt Dad used to nap under, and all his books \u2014 it all lay out in the open, unprotected, as if they meant nothing. I stumbled out of my car, heart pounding.\n\n

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\u201cWhat in God\u2019s name\u2026\u201d I muttered, my voice swallowed by the wind.\n\n

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\u201cOh, good. You\u2019re finally back. I was getting tired of waiting.\u201d\n\n

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There, perched on my patio furniture with her designer sunglasses and her too-bright lipstick, was Jessica. My daughter-in-law didn\u2019t even glance up from her phone. She took a leisurely sip from her coffee, and her lips curved in a barely restrained smirk.\n\n

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\u201cJessica\u2026 What is all this?\u201d My eyes swept over the chaos, disbelief clamping down on my chest. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d\n\n

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She glanced up, lowering her sunglasses just enough for me to see the disdain in her eyes. She waved a manicured hand dismissively.\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019m doing what\u2019s necessary. This is my home now, after all.\u201d\n\n

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A cold knot twisted in my stomach. \u201cYour home? What are you talking about?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cLooks like you should\u2019ve attended the will reading.\u201d Jessica held up a crisp piece of paper, and there was my father\u2019s signature, clear as day, at the bottom. \u201cGuess your dad knew who deserved it most, huh?\u201d\n\n

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I swayed, gripping the car door for support. \u201cThat\u2019s impossible. Dad would never\u2014\u201d\n\n

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\u201cOh, but he did.\u201d She smirked, casually inspecting her perfect manicure.\n\n

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\u201cSigned, sealed, delivered. The house is mine now.\u201d She leaned in close, her perfume, a cloying, artificial scent, invading my space. \u201cI think it\u2019s time you moved on, Hattie.\u201d\n\n

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A truck rumbled into the driveway, and my son, Matt, climbed out, his face twisting as he took in the scene. His boots crunched over the gravel as he approached, confusion deepening the crease between his brows.\n\n

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\u201cWhat the heck, Jess? First you run out of the lawyer\u2019s office, and now you send me this weird text? What\u2019s going on?\u201d he asked, glancing from me to Jessica, his jaw tight.\n\n

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She stretched, standing at last, looking smug and at ease in her towering heels. It made my skin crawl. \u201cLike I said, I\u2019m making some necessary changes, honey. And actually, there\u2019s more you should know.\u201d\n\n

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Matt\u2019s expression hardened with a flash of something I hadn\u2019t seen before. \u201cMore than you throwing my mother\u2019s belongings all over the yard?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cMuch more!\u201d Jessica\u2019s laugh was harsh. \u201cI want a divorce.\u201d\n\n

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The word hung in the air like the final nail in a coffin. Matt\u2019s mouth opened, then closed as he struggled to process. \u201cWhat? You can\u2019t be serious.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cOh, I am.\u201d Her voice was dripping with disdain. \u201cI\u2019ve spent enough years suffocating in this house, being made to feel like I don\u2019t fit in, like I\u2019m not good enough!\u201d She gestured at the house with a sweep of her arm. \u201cI need a fresh start.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYou have no right\u2014\u201d I started, but she cut me off with a scornful wave.\n\n

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\u201cOh, save it, Hattie. You never wanted me in this family. You looked down on me right from the start, judging me just because I didn\u2019t grow up with a silver spoon. Well, now I\u2019m finally getting what I deserve out of you people.\u201d\n\n

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Matt\u2019s face shifted from bewilderment to anger, his fists clenched. \u201cEverything my family said about you is true,\u201d he said, voice low and trembling. \u201cYou really are a covetous witch.\u201d\n\n

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Jessica\u2019s veneer cracked.\n\n

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\u201cAnd you\u2019re a spineless mama\u2019s boy!\u201d she snapped. \u201cAlways running to her defense, always putting her first.\u201d She sneered, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at him. \u201cIt\u2019s pathetic. You\u2019re just as small-minded as she is.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cDon\u2019t you dare talk about my son that way!\u201d My voice cut through the silence, sharper than I\u2019d intended.\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019ll do whatever I want, Hattie.\u201d Jessica set her hands on her hips, her expression smug. \u201cAnd there\u2019s nothing either of you can do about it.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cIn fact,\u201d Jessica continued. \u201cThe two of you had best hurry and clear your stuff off MY lawn, before I call the cops and have them arrest you both.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cAre you out of your mind?\u201d Matt yelled.\n\n

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I numbly looked on as Matt confronted Jessica. None of this made sense! Dad hadn\u2019t even liked Jessica! My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed Dad\u2019s lawyer.\n\n

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His voice was a balm, calm and reassuring. \u201cHattie? I was just about to call you.\u201d\n\n

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\u201c\u2026 really believed I liked you?\u201d Jessica yelled in the background. \u201cYou were just a means to an end, a way for me to leave my old neighborhood behind. Now I have the house, I don\u2019t need you anymore!\u201d\n\n

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\u201cPlease,\u201d I whispered to the lawyer. \u201cTell me she\u2019s lying. There\u2019s no way Dad left his home to Jessica.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYou\u2019re right. Your father didn\u2019t leave her the house. It was all a test to get her to show her true colors.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cA\u2026test?\u201d Relief rushed through me, and I started laughing, tears gathering in my eyes. It was the kind of laugh that came from somewhere deep, a laugh that surprised even me.\n\n

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Jessica\u2019s face twisted, her confidence faltering. \u201cWhat are you laughing at?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cOh, Jessica,\u201d I managed, still shaking. \u201cYou really should have waited for the real will reading.\u201d\n\n

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I let the satisfaction roll through me as I explained. \u201cDad never left you the house. It was fake \u2014 a test to get you to show your true character.\u201d\n\n

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Matt turned to Jessica, his face a storm of emotions. \u201cLooks like Grandpa\u2019s plan worked.\u201d\n\n

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Jessica\u2019s eyes widened. She glanced between Matt and me as the realization of what she\u2019d done sunk in. Her confident facade crumbled, her voice turning desperate as she scrambled to save face.\n\n

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\u201cMatt \u2014 baby, please.\u201d She reached out, but he recoiled, the finality in his eyes unmistakable.\n\n

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\u201cI swear, I never meant it!\u201d She pleaded. \u201cI was just\u2026upset, frustrated. You know I love you!\u201d\n\n

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He shook his head. \u201cSave it. You want a divorce? You\u2019ve got one.\u201d\n\n

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As Jessica stomped off the property, her heels sinking with each step, I felt an odd peace settle over me. Dad\u2019s wisdom lived on, a quiet, guiding presence.\n\n

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Matt and I gathered the remnants of my life from the grass, and I couldn\u2019t help thinking that sometimes the real inheritance isn\u2019t in a house \u2014 it\u2019s in the lessons of who truly deserves to be in your life.\n\n

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Dad would have been proud.\n\n

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Here\u2019s another story:\u00a0Eight years of marriage shattered in one quick breath when my husband Mike brought home his pregnant sidekick and KICKED ME OUT of the house. I packed alright, but what I unpacked was a revenge plot so brilliant and karmic!\u00a0Click here\u00a0to keep reading.\n\n

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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.\n\n

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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 \u201cas is,\u201d and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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