Son Kicks Out His Father Because He Refuses to Pay Rent to Stay In His House – Story of the Day

I spent years of my life wanting to take revenge on my father because he abandoned me when I needed him the most. When life gave me the chance to do it, I thought twice.

One day I opened the door and I saw someone I didn’t expect. It was my dad. I hadn’t seen him for ages. In fact, I didn’t want to.

“Hi, son. I’m sorry to come like this. I tried to call you but you didn’t answer your phone,” he told me.

“Yeah, what do you want?”

“I was wondering if maybe I could stay with you… I don’t have a place right now, so…”

I found my dad sleeping on the streets. | Source: Pexel

I found my dad sleeping on the streets. | Source: Pexel

“You can stay. But you have to pay rent.”

“But I don’t have any money at all… and you’re the only person who can help me.”

“I don’t care,” I said, feeling my heart tighten. “You can live on the street. I wish God had taken you instead of mom!”

I slammed the door and my wife was just behind me. She was pissed with what just happened but she had no idea what I went through with this man. She pushed me to tell her, so I did.

It all started when I turned 18. My mom had passed away 2 years before that, so I think my dad was still adapting to taking both roles. He prepared a surprise birthday party and everything. After we celebrated, he asked me what I was planning to do with my living situation and I was like, what the heck?

He told me I was an adult and if I wanted to stay with him in the house, I needed to pay some kind of rent. I was so angry. Pay rent? To my own father?! What’s wrong with him?

My dad prepared a surprise birthday party for me. | Source: Pexel

My dad prepared a surprise birthday party for me. | Source: Pexel

He continued with his argument saying that was normal and I had to grow up. When I told him I’d rather live in a dorm in college than pay him rent, he said he couldn’t afford college and I had to pay for it myself. That I should either get a job or a loan.

“I felt betrayed, Julie. I didn’t expect that. That’s why I left,” I told my wife.

Julie said my father reached out to her a few days earlier and that she gave him our address. That’s right, she didn’t tell me anything either…

I got into an argument with my wife because of my dad. | Source: Pexel

I got into an argument with my wife because of my dad. | Source: Pexel

And then, she suggested I forgive my father. “It’s been years,” she said.

But no. I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to forgive him. He was the one who threw me out like some kind of stray dog. “No, Julie, I work 24/7 to at least, eat normally. And he? He just abandoned me! No forgiveness!” I told her.

“Come on, honey, he’s your father!”

“So what? You don’t know! You don’t understand… Only my mom truly loved me. And she would have never allowed him to kick me out of my own house and…”

In the heat of our fight, I stepped out and went for a walk. | Source: Pexel

In the heat of our fight, I stepped out and went for a walk. | Source: Pexel

“Nick,” Julie interrupted me, “do you know your father’s side of the story? I mean you lost your mom but he lost his wife… Have you thought about how this affected him as well?”

“You know what? THAT’S ENOUGH!” I shouted, “I don’t want to hear it!! I’m done…”

Julie almost burst into tears. We barely fought and I knew she was trying to help me. I decided to get some fresh air and went for a walk.

I saw a man sleeping on a bench and I recognized him. | Source: Pexel

I saw a man sleeping on a bench and I recognized him. | Source: Pexel

When I passed by some benches, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I spotted a man sleeping on one but I thought it was a hobo. But I looked a second time and I knew I knew him from somewhere… it was my dad!

“Dad, wake up! Are you OK?”

He woke up straight away, “Nick, is that you?!”

“Yes, dad, I’m really sorry! I just…”

“I just wanted you to do good in life and…”

“Shh, easy dad, that’s okay, that’s okay.”

He burst into tears. “I thought if you had to pay rent then maybe… maybe you would move on. I wanted to help you, son. You were just sitting on the couch. You weren’t doing anything.” He continued, visibly emotional, “I wanted to motivate you to get a job and live your life.”

My dad got emotional when I found him. | Source: Pexel

My dad got emotional when I found him. | Source: Pexel

“I know I couldn’t pay for your college because I invested the money into my business and… I was gonna give the business to you. But I lost everything, Nick.”

I finally understood what Julie meant. His part of the story. Everything he did was with good intentions. So I couldn’t leave him like that. I knew I was the only person he had left.

“No, dad,” I replied. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have stayed on the couch and achieved nothing. You pushed me for good and I needed to get out of my comfort zone.”

“Yes, that’s what I wanted, Nick.”

“I know, dad. But I didn’t see it that way. I thought you betrayed me. But because you did what you did, now I have a great job and a beloved family. And that’s all thanks to you!”

He was so happy when we decided to forgive each other. | Source: Pexel

He was so happy when we decided to forgive each other. | Source: Pexel

“I know I did a lot of things… I know I hurt you, son. Can you forgive me?”

“No, it’s you who should forgive me, dad!” Suddenly, I felt something shifting inside of me. I had been practicing meditation a lot and one of them was about forgiveness. I could never truly forgive my father before, but that day, I did it. Finally.

I started to practice meditation to forgive my father. | Source: Pexel

I started to practice meditation to forgive my father. | Source: Pexel

“I’ve held this anger for so many years… And I’ve tried different things to get rid of it. But now I understand… I was wrong.” I stood up and took him by the hand. “Let’s go home, dad. We have a lot to talk about…”

“Thank you, son. I love you! I’ve always loved you!”

“You’ll be a grandfather!”

“Wait, what? Is Julie pregnant?!”

My dad would soon become a grandfather. | Source: Unsplash

My dad would soon become a grandfather. | Source: Unsplash

What can we learn from this story?

  1. We should always appreciate our parents. We are all humans and we make mistakes. We never know what kind of sacrifices they went through for us.
  2. Forgiveness can set one free. Nick was holding grudges against his father for so many years and he felt free when he forgave the man.

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My Daughter Called Me Telling about a Screaming Woman in My Bedroom – I Rushed Home but Was Not Ready to See This

When Tammy gets a panicked phone call from her 13-year-old daughter, Piper, she does what any mother would do. She rushes home to make sure that everyone is okay, especially because Piper said that there was a woman with her husband, Paul, and they were locked in the master bedroom. But when Tammy gets home, she sees that not everything is what it seemed.

I was barely paying attention to the droning voice on the other end of the conference call when my phone vibrated violently on the table. It was Piper, my daughter. Heart skipping a beat, I excused myself from the call and answered quickly.

A woman holding a phone | Source: Unsplash

A woman holding a phone | Source: Unsplash

“Mommy, please come home, there’s a woman screaming!” Piper’s voice trembled with fear.

Panic surged through me.

“Honey, where’s Dad? Wasn’t he supposed to pick you up from school today?”

A shocked woman | Source: Unsplash

A shocked woman | Source: Unsplash

My daughter hesitated, sighing deeply before she continued.

“Dad is here! He’s in your room! He and the woman are in your room,” she replied, a note of confusion in her voice.

Piper was 13; she was still innocent to the world and everything that came with it.

Teenage girl on the phone | Source: Pexels

Teenage girl on the phone | Source: Pexels

But hearing her, my heart started racing.

“Baby, stay where you are. I’m coming right now.”

I quickly returned to my conference call, saying that I had a family emergency to get to. I pulled my keys off the Lego hook Piper had made me, and left the office immediately.

Car keys hanging on a hook | Source: Unsplash

Car keys hanging on a hook | Source: Unsplash

Thoughts of betrayal sliced through me as I sped home.

But it made no sense, Paul was the most considerate person I had ever met. And he was the complete opposite of me. Paul was warm and loving, whereas I could be cold and straightforward.

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A smiling man sitting outside | Source: Unsplash

He was into alternative medicine and healing and knew everything he could about crystals and the like. He healed through his hands. There was no way that he would willingly hurt me like this.

But then again, my daughter was in the house. And Piper wouldn’t lie about this.

Assorted crystals | Source: Pexels

Assorted crystals | Source: Pexels

Is he really cheating on me? I thought as I gripped the steering wheel. With our daughter right in the house?

It would be unforgivable. It would be the end. I would leave Paul and never go back.

As I sat at a red light, I thought about what Piper was thinking. Surely, hearing a random woman scream was enough to shake her to her core.

Twenty frantic minutes later, I pulled into the driveway, nearly colliding with the mailbox in my haste. Now that I was here, my panic had intensified deeper.

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A red traffic light | Source: Unsplash

I thought about looking for Piper first, but I didn’t want to alert Paul and his guest to my presence. I wanted to catch him in the act.

I took my phone out of my handbag and was ready to confront the worst. I had my camera recording. I heard sounds coming from my bedroom, followed by a woman’s loud whimper.

A woman holding a phone | Source: Unsplash

A woman holding a phone | Source: Unsplash

Pushing open the door, the scene before me halted me in my tracks.

Paul, my husband, was massaging a woman in our room.

But it wasn’t what it seemed; that was clear. My husband’s hands were professional and focused.

An opened bedroom door | Source: Unsplash

An opened bedroom door | Source: Unsplash

My husband worked as a masseur and reiki master, and while he had his own rooms, sometimes clients would come home for their appointments.

But this was the first time that he had set up his table in our bedroom. Then it dawned on me; we were renovating Paul’s office outside the house.

A person giving a massage | Source: Unsplash

A person giving a massage | Source: Unsplash

Of course, he had no other place to work from home. He had all these ideas about turning our garden cottage into an entire Zen space for himself.

But our contractors were working at their own pace, and the project was taking a lot longer than it should have.

At the sound of my gasp, they both turned and jerked in surprise.

A home renovation | Source: Unsplash

A home renovation | Source: Unsplash

“I’m so, so sorry,” I stuttered, the blood draining from my face as I realized the gravity of my misunderstanding.

Turning off the camera, I felt a rush of embarrassment.

I went to Piper’s room and found her sitting under the covers with a book.

An embarrassed woman blocking her face | Source: Unsplash

An embarrassed woman blocking her face | Source: Unsplash

“Come on, sweetheart,” I said. “Let’s go make some cookies.”

I needed to do something with my hands. I felt an impossible sense of guilt. I should have known that Paul would never cheat on me; he just wasn’t that type of man. If he was feeling unfulfilled in any way, then he would have told me straight out, rather than betray me.

Mom talking to daughter | Source: Pexels

Mom talking to daughter | Source: Pexels

But it was more than that; Paul was an incredible father, and he always ensured that Piper was taken care of first. It was one of the reasons that he was renovating the space outside, so that he could always be around for her.

The thought of Paul doing anything unsavory in front of our child was unheard of, and yet I still believed it.

A father and daughter duo | Source: Unsplash

A father and daughter duo | Source: Unsplash

But as I went about taking all the cookie ingredients out, I realized that I was justified in my feelings.

I reacted as any mother would. I reacted to the panic of my daughter, however misunderstood it now was.

I knew what I needed to do. I needed to explain it all to Piper; she needed to know that there was nothing wrong with Paul’s actions.

“Honey, do you know what Dad does for work?” I asked, trying to smooth over the confusion in her mind.

Baking ingredients | Source: Unsplash

Baking ingredients | Source: Unsplash

“Yes, he massages people, right?” she said, picking her way through the chocolate chips.

“So, the woman upstairs, she’s one of Dad’s clients,” I continued gently.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

I measured the flour as Piper helped herself to a glass of milk.

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A container of chocolate chips | Source: Unsplash

“But then, why was she screaming?” my daughter asked. “Was Dad hurting her? Isn’t a massage supposed to feel good? I know how you feel when Dad massages your feet.”

I stood beside her and gently bumped my hip to hers.

A person getting a foot massage | Source: Pexels

A person getting a foot massage | Source: Pexels

“Well, some massages are a bit more intense, honey. You can ask Dad when he’s done, and he can explain it to you. You know, once, Dad did an anticellulite massage for me; I screamed the entire time because it was so painful, but it helped me! If the woman was screaming, it wasn’t meant to hurt her beyond helping her heal.”

Piper looked at me for a moment and then nodded.

A person getting a massage | Source: Pexels

A person getting a massage | Source: Pexels

“Dad wasn’t doing anything wrong,” I said as I put the first batch of cookies into the oven.

“Why did Dad do it here?” she asked, her mind still racing.

“You can ask Dad, but maybe she just needed to see him today. And he wasn’t at his rooms, remember? He needed to pick you up from school.”

School parking lot | Source: Unsplash

School parking lot | Source: Unsplash

Piper looked down at the counter and added chocolate chips to her milk. Not that they would do anything to the flavor.

Finally, she seemed satisfied with all my answers.

I washed the dishes while the cookies baked. Piper told me all about her day at school and how much she loved her new art class.

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A person using paint | Source: Unsplash

“We can do whatever we want, Mom!” she said. “Like, today, we were told to paint something with the color blue. That was the theme, and we could do whatever we wanted within those lines.”

As the oven bell went off, I took the cookies out and left them for Piper.

Woman taking out cookies | Source: Pexels

Woman taking out cookies | Source: Pexels

I went back upstairs, ready to apologize to my husband and the woman once again. As I entered my bedroom, Paul was wrapping up and folding the towels. The client, now dressed, offered an awkward apology before leaving, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Once we were alone, I approached Paul, who was blowing off the candles with more force than necessary.

Lit candles | Source: Unsplash

Lit candles | Source: Unsplash

“Paul, I’m so sorry,” I began. “I thought the worst. I feared the worst. I fed off Piper’s energy because she didn’t know what was happening, so I was terrified at the panic in her voice.”

My husband stopped and looked at me, his expression softening.

“I saw the look on your face, Tammy,” he said. “I should have realized how this looked and warned you. I should have explained it to Piper, too. Cheryl is very loud when it comes to these things.”

Couple talking | Source: Pexels

Couple talking | Source: Pexels

“You need to talk to Piper,” I said. “I think she understands, but at the same time, it would make more sense coming from you. She’ll feel comforted.”

My husband enveloped me into a bear hug.

We held each other, the earlier adrenaline giving way to a shaky relief.

“Let’s just make sure we talk more, okay? I never want to feel that way again,” I murmured into his chest.

As we disconnected from the embrace, I felt the tension dissipate. We had stumbled, yes, but we had also found our way back to trust.

A couple embracing | Source: Pexels

A couple embracing | Source: Pexels

We went downstairs, and Paul took out a tub of vanilla ice cream to make ice cream sandwiches.

Paul was going to talk to Piper, and I was going to shower to give them some space.

I knew that he would make her understand everything properly.

Ice cream sandwiches | Source: Unsplash

Ice cream sandwiches | Source: Unsplash

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