I Couldn’t Understand Why My Mother-in-Law Hated Me until I Found Her Letters in My House’s Attic – Story of the Day

During a visit to her mother-in-law, Macy endures relentless mocking of her cooking, appearance, and how she treats her husband. When she finally stands up for herself, she becomes the villain. However, an unexpected find in her father’s house reveals reasons behind it all, changing her perspective.

On an empty road on a sunny holiday evening, a car cruised along. Inside, behind the wheel, was Chandler, a cheerful man with a perpetual smile on his face.

He was steering with one hand while carefully scrolling through his playlist with the other.

Concentrated on two tasks, his gaze constantly shifted between the road and the player. The bright sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on his face.

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Next to him sat his wife, Macy. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, and her eyes stared straight ahead, avoiding Chandler.

Her face was a picture of irritation, her lips pressed into a thin line. The tension in the car was palpable, almost as if a cloud of unease hung over them.

After what seemed like ages, Chandler finally settled on a song. “Take Me Home, Country Roads” by John Denver filled the car.

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Chandler’s smile widened, and he nodded his head in time with the music.

“Almost Heaven…” he began to sing, glancing at Macy, hoping she would join in. His voice was warm and inviting, filled with the hope that the music might lighten her mood.

But Macy remained silent, her eyes fixed firmly on the passing scenery outside. Her irritation only seemed to deepen.

Seeing her reaction, Chandler, undeterred, turned up the volume a little, the familiar tune growing louder.

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Macy’s face tightened, and she turned away even more, pressing herself against the car door as if trying to escape the sound.

“Turn it down…” she muttered, her voice barely audible over the music.

Chandler wasn’t ready to give up. He took a deep breath and sang even louder, “Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong…”

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He looked at Macy with a wide grin, trying to draw her into the song, hoping his enthusiasm would be contagious.

Macy’s patience snapped. With a swift, angry motion, she reached out and turned off the player. The car fell into a sudden, heavy silence. The tension thickened, filling the space between them like a dense fog.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

Chandler asked, his voice filled with concern and a hint of confusion. He kept his eyes on the road but occasionally glanced at Macy, hoping for some explanation.

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“It’s not you… I’m just not in the mood for songs… you know why…” Macy’s voice was tight with suppressed emotion.

“Because of my mom, right? It’s just for the weekend, dear…” Chandler’s voice was gentle, trying to soothe her.

“She hates me… She always finds something wrong… Either I cook wrong, clean wrong, talk wrong, look wrong… I can’t even breathe without hearing that something’s wrong with me.” Macy’s words tumbled out in a rush, her frustration clear.

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“I know, dear, I have no idea why she’s picking on you like that. But it’s only for this weekend, I promise I’ll talk to her to be kinder.” Chandler reached out to touch her hand, but she pulled away, still too upset to be comforted.

“No need, the last thing I need is for her to know I’m complaining about her. Let her do what she wants, I just wonder why she does it.”

Macy’s voice wavered, and she let out a heavy sigh, staring down at her lap.

“We can’t change the direction of the wind…” Chandler said softly, glancing at her with a hopeful smile.

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Macy sighed sadly, feeling the weight of the weekend ahead pressing down on her.

“But we can adjust the sails,” Chandler added with a smile, hoping to bring a little lightness to the conversation.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Macy’s mouth. She reached over and pressed the player, starting the song again. “Country road! Take me hoooome,” they sang together.

Chandler sang loudly and diligently, while Macy joined in with less enthusiasm but already starting to feel a bit lighter. The warmth of the music and the moment shared began to melt away the tension, if only just a little.

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Arriving at Chandler’s mother Linda’s house, they immediately noticed that her lawn was unkempt, and the yard was a bit dirty. Weeds were poking through the cracks in the walkway, and the bushes were overgrown.

“I’ve offered her so many times to order lawn mowing for her,” Macy said, shaking her head.

“You know her, she doesn’t like it when someone helps her,” Chandler replied, his voice calm and understanding.

“Yes, yes, everything herself… That’s our Linda,” Macy added sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t mock her, she’s still my mom,” Chandler said, a gentle reminder in his tone.

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“I know, it’s just that she’s all alone here…” Macy trailed off, her voice softening.

“You mean well, but trust me. Over time, everything will change,” Chandler reassured her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Just then, the door opened, and Linda came out, wiping her hands on her apron. “Chandler, what took you so long? The food is getting cold, come in quickly,” she called out, her tone brisk but warm.

“Hi Mom, we’re coming,” Chandler replied with a smile, waving at her.

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“Hello, Linda,” Macy greeted calmly, trying to keep her voice neutral.

Linda looked at Macy, sized her up, and in a half-tone said, “And you came? Welcome…”

Chandler understandingly looked at Macy, giving her a supportive nod, and walked inside with her, ready to face whatever came next.

The table was set with Linda’s finest china, and the savory aroma of stew filled the air. Linda invited Chandler and Macy to sit, her voice carrying a note of forced cheerfulness.

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The dining room was cozy, with family photos on the walls and an old grandfather clock ticking softly in the corner.

“Please, sit down,” Linda said, gesturing to their places.

Macy and Chandler took their seats. Chandler noticed the tension between Linda and Macy almost immediately. They exchanged guarded glances, and Macy’s shoulders were tense. He decided to break the ice.

“Mom, the stew is delicious, just like in childhood!” Chandler exclaimed, his eyes bright with enthusiasm as he took a bite.

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Linda’s face softened slightly. “I know how much you love it, eat up, son. You probably don’t get fed like this at home.”

Macy felt the sting of Linda’s words. She forced herself to stay calm, remembering Chandler’s advice to endure. She took a deep breath and tried to smile.

“Mom, you don’t have to say that. Macy cooks wonderfully,” Chandler said, trying to defend his wife without escalating the situation.

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Linda glanced at Chandler’s shirt and noticed a small stain. She reached over and wiped it with her hand, her movements sharp and precise. “And she also takes great care of your clothes…” she added sarcastically.

Macy’s grip on her fork tightened. She felt anger bubbling up inside her but took another deep breath. This wasn’t the time to explode.

“I’m not very hungry,” Macy said, standing up. “I’ll go wash the dishes.”

Linda watched her leave with a disapproving look, her eyes following Macy’s every move.

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Macy walked into the kitchen, where the sound of running water soon filled the silence. She began scrubbing the plates with more force than necessary, trying to release her frustration.

In the dining room, Chandler turned to his mother. “Mom, you’re always hurting her. She’s my wife; you can’t talk to her like that.”

“And I’m your mother!” Linda snapped back. “I’m just telling the truth. She can’t even eat normally because of her nerves…”

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In the kitchen, Macy heard every word. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel the anger rising like a tidal wave. This was the last straw. She turned off the water, left the dishes half-washed, and marched back into the dining room.

“Great, so we’re telling the truth now?” Macy said, her voice shaking with anger. “Fine, I’ll try too!”

“Dear, please don’t…” Chandler pleaded, sensing the explosion that was about to happen.

“It’s very necessary!” Macy retorted, her eyes flashing with determination. She turned to Linda, her voice steady and cold.

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“Linda, how about a hostess who has her lawn in a terrible state? It’s already looking like a swamp. How many times have I offered to help, but you’re too proud!”

Linda’s face flushed with anger. “It’s none of your business what my lawn looks like!”

“Why not? It’s your business how I cook! You don’t miss a single flaw of mine. So here’s yours. You’re a bitter, lonely woman who finds it easier to ruin her own son’s life to lift her mood! You don’t deserve him!”

“Enough! Stop it, both of you!” Chandler shouted, unable to take the hostility any longer. He stood up, placing himself between the two women.

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Linda finally couldn’t hold back. Tears welled up in her eyes and began to flow down her cheeks. Chandler turned to Macy, his expression a mix of frustration and sorrow.

“Why did you do that!? It doesn’t help the situation.”

“Me? What was I supposed to do, endure it further? To make things easier for you? I’m fed up with all this!” Macy shouted back, her voice breaking with emotion. She grabbed her coat, her movements quick and jerky.

“Where are you going?” Chandler asked, his voice tinged with desperation.

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“Away from here,” Macy replied, her voice cold and resolute. She left the house and slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing in the now-silent dining room.

Chandler stood there, torn between his wife and his mother, unsure of how to mend the rift that had just widened even further.

Linda sank into her chair, tears still streaming down her face, while the smell of the now-cold stew lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of the evening’s disastrous turn.

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Macy took a taxi to a house that once belonged to her father. Now, it stood abandoned, filled with old things and memories.

She walked through the front door, pushing it open with a slight effort, and entered the dusty, quiet house.

Macy made her way to her old room, pushing open the door with a soft creak. The room looked just as she remembered it, frozen in time.

She ran her fingers over the faded wallpaper and the old bedspread.

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Then she walked to her father’s room. It felt like stepping into a museum of her childhood.

On the nightstand was a photo in a frame. Macy picked it up and stared at her father’s face. She missed him so much; she longed for her parents in moments like this. She sighed deeply, holding the photo close.

Her phone rang, breaking the silence. She took it out of her pocket and saw Chandler’s name on the screen. With a heavy heart, she answered and brought the phone to her ear.

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“Where are you?” Chandler asked, his voice filled with worry.

“At my father’s…” Macy replied softly.

“In that old house? Please come back, I was wrong…” Chandler’s voice was pleading.

“I’ll come back… Give me some time.” Macy’s voice was steady but sad.

“Okay…” Chandler sighed. They hung up, leaving Macy alone with her thoughts.

After hanging up, Macy decided to go up to the attic. The attic was filled with boxes, covered in a thick layer of dust. She started rummaging through them, looking for some connection to her father.

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She found his favorite hat, his old toolset, and his baseball glove. He had always dreamed of having a son, but Macy played with him too, and that’s how she came to love baseball.

At the bottom of a box, she found a strange package. Opening it, she saw a bunch of letters, their edges yellowed with age. Macy was intrigued. Who could have written to her reclusive father?

She began to read a few letters and was shocked. Her father hadn’t written a single reply. All these letters were to him from Linda, Chandler’s mother.

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Macy couldn’t believe it. She read the names and addresses over and over, but everything matched.

Linda had written dozens of letters to her father. Macy opened the last one and everything clicked into place. Linda and her father had been together in their youth.

It didn’t lead to marriage or children, just a youthful love. In the letters, Linda wrote that she still loved him and asked why he left her when everything was so good.

Macy sat back, stunned. Linda knew that Macy was the daughter of the man who rejected her.

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A man who once broke her heart and stayed in her memory forever. Linda was a lonely woman who couldn’t forget the pain Macy’s father had caused her.

Macy’s words during their argument had cut deep because they came from the daughter of the man who had hurt Linda so much. Now, Macy regretted what she had said. Everything made sense now.

Macy returned to Linda’s house and quietly entered. In the living room, Chandler and Linda were already waiting for her.

“Dear, please forgive me…” Chandler began, his voice filled with emotion.

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“Yes, Macy. I was wrong… I want to…” Linda started to say.

“No need…” Macy gently interrupted, walking towards Linda. She wrapped her arms around Linda in a warm hug. “Forgive me, and my father,” she whispered.

Linda was surprised but softened in Macy’s embrace, letting go of the past pain. At that moment, no more words were needed.

Both women understood each other perfectly. The conflict was resolved, marking the beginning of a friendly relationship.

I Took My Son to Visit My Boyfriend’s Parents — I Couldn’t Believe What He Found in My Boyfriend’s Old Room

Mia, a single mom, finally felt a flicker of hope with her new boyfriend, Jake. Their weekend getaway to his childhood beach house seemed idyllic. But when her son Luke stumbles upon a hidden box filled with bones, their picture-perfect escape takes a horrifying turn.

Hi, I’m Mia, and I work as a fourth-grade teacher. It’s a job I love, not just because I get to mold young minds, but also because it gives me the flexibility to spend time with my son, Luke.

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A woman with her son | Source: Pexels

Being a single mother isn’t easy, but for five years now, I’ve managed to raise Luke mostly on my own. His dad, well, let’s just say “present” isn’t a word I’d use. Weekends with Dad were more like a distant memory for him than a regular occurrence.

Things finally started to feel a little lighter four months ago. That’s when I met Jake. He was a fellow teacher, kind-hearted and with a laugh that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

And best of all, Jake loved kids.

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A teacher interacting with the students | Source: Pexels

However, I wasn’t sure about how Luke would react upon knowing I had another man in my life.

Luke had always been so attached to me, and I believed the thought of sharing me with someone else would affect him.

So, despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, I knew it was time to introduce Luke to Jake.

The thought gnawed at me for days, but finally, I decided to take the plunge.

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A woman thinking while holding a set of documents | Source: Pexels

“Hey, Luke-a-doodle,” I chirped one sunny afternoon, finding him engrossed in a particularly intricate Lego creation. “What would you say to meeting someone special for lunch this weekend?”

Luke looked up with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Special, huh? Like superhero special or birthday cake special?”

“More like friend special,” I explained nervously. “His name is Jake, and he’s a teacher too, just like me.”

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A woman sitting on the floow with her son | Source: Midjourney

Luke’s brow furrowed. “Another teacher? Does he have a beard like Mr. Henderson?”

Mr. Henderson, our ever-patient custodian, was practically a legend amongst the students, thanks to his impressive salt-and-pepper beard.

I chuckled. “No beard, but he does have a really cool laugh.”

The following Saturday arrived, and with a knot of anticipation in my stomach, I introduced Luke to Jake at a local pizzeria.

Initially, Luke hesitated and clung to my leg. But Jake quickly put my little boy at ease.

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A man smiling | Source: Pexels

“Hey there, Luke!” Jake boomed, crouching down to his level and extending a hand. “I’m Jake. Your mom tells me you’re a Lego master?”

Luke peeked at me, then back at Jake, a flicker of curiosity sparking in his eyes. He hesitantly took Jake’s hand, his grip surprisingly firm.

“Yeah, I can build spaceships and T-Rexes!”

“Awesome!” Jake exclaimed. “Maybe you can teach me a thing or two sometime? I’m pretty terrible at anything more complicated than a simple tower.”

That did the trick. Luke’s chest puffed out with pride.

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A child sitting at a table filled with an assortment of things | Source: Pexels

The rest of the afternoon unfolded with a steady stream of dinosaur facts, Lego building tips, and Jake’s (admittedly terrible) attempts at replicating Luke’s creations.

By the time we left the pizzeria, Luke was chattering non-stop about Jake’s “funny laugh.”

That initial lunch was just the beginning. Over the next few weeks, we spent several weekends enjoying outings. Picnics in the park, trips to the zoo, and even a disastrous (but hilarious) attempt at bowling.

It was then, after several shared weekends and a growing sense of “rightness” between us, that Jake and I decided to take things further.

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A close-up shot of a couple staring at each other with their foreheads touching | Source: Midjourney

Recently, Jake invited us to visit his parents’ house by the ocean. He thought it would be a nice getaway for all of us.

Honestly, the idea of a relaxing weekend by the sea sounded perfect to me. Luke was also excited.

The moment we arrived, Jake’s parents, Martha and William, enveloped us in a warm hug. Their house had a charm that whispered of childhood summers.

“Come on, let me show you guys my old stomping ground!” Jake announced, leading us up a creaky wooden staircase.

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A flight of wooden stairs | Source: Pexels

At the top of the stairs, he ushered us into a room.

“This is it,” he declared proudly, pushing open the door. “My haven, unchanged since the great escape. I mean, since I moved out for college.”

The room was a snapshot of Jake’s teenage years. Faded posters of rock bands adorned the walls, their edges curling slightly with age.

“Wow,” I breathed, a nostalgic pang tugging at my heart.

Meanwhile, Luke darted across the room, his eyes wide with curiosity.

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A happy boy in the bedroom| Source: Midjourney

He knelt beside a dusty box overflowing with plastic figures and miniature race cars.

“Cool toys, Jake!” he exclaimed.

Jake chuckled, scooping up a handful of the toys. “These bad boys are veterans of countless battles,” he said, kneeling to Luke’s level. “Want to see if they can still hold their own?”

Luke’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Can I play with them here?”

“Sure thing, buddy,” Jake winked.

As Luke began playing with the toys, Jake held my hand and pulled me closer.

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A man and a woman standing cheek to cheek | Source: Midjourney

“Let’s go downstairs,” he whispered into my ear before gently planting a kiss on my cheek.

Leaving Luke behind, we headed downstairs. I sat on the couch in the living room, adoring the beautiful house, while Jake chatted with his folks in the kitchen.

Suddenly, Luke came running downstairs. He looked absolutely terrified. He grabbed my hand and pulled me furiously towards the door.

“What’s wrong, Luke?” I asked, my heart pounding.

“Mom, we need to leave now because Jake…” Luke’s voice quivered, and his eyes darted around.

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A shocked boy | Source: Midjourney

“Calm down, sweetie. What’s wrong?” I knelt beside him, trying to soothe him.

“I found a strange box with bones in his room. We need to go!” he blurted out.

“What do you mean, bones?”

“In a box, under his bed. Real bones, Mom!”

I looked at him, my mind racing with possibilities. Did I trust Jake too quickly?Jake had always seemed so kind and caring.

Could he really be hiding something so sinister?

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Close-up of a woman’s face | Source: Midjourney

“Wait here,” I told Luke firmly, though my voice wavered with fear. I quickly made my way back to Jake’s room.

As I entered, my eyes were immediately drawn to the box under the bed. With trembling hands, I reached down and pulled it out. Lifting the lid, I felt a jolt of shock.

There they were: bones. My mind reeled, and without wasting another second, I grabbed Luke’s hand and we ran out of the house.

My heart raced as I fumbled with the car keys.

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A person unlocking a car door | Source: Pexels

In no time, we sped down the driveway, leaving Jake’s parents’ house behind.

Soon, my phone buzzed incessantly with calls from Jake, but I couldn’t bring myself to answer. I was too scared and confused.

After driving aimlessly for a few minutes, I pulled over to the side of the road. I needed to think clearly.

Soon, the reality of what just happened began to sink in, and I decided to call the police. I dialed 911 with shaky fingers and explained the situation to the dispatcher.

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A woman holding a phone | Source: Pexels

Within an hour, I received a call back from the police. My heart pounded as I answered.

“Mia, the bones are fake,” the officer said, his voice calm and reassuring. “They’re replicas used for teaching purposes. There’s nothing to worry about.”

I felt relieved, but the feeling was soon replaced by guilt. How could I have jumped to such drastic conclusions? I felt embarrassed and ashamed.

I realized I had let my fears get the best of me. I had overreacted in the worst possible way.

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A woman sitting in a car with her eyes closed | Source: Midjourney

At that point, I knew I had to call Jake. With a deep breath, I dialed his number. He picked up on the first ring.

“Jake, I’m so sorry,” I began. “I was scared, not just for myself, but for Luke. I know I jumped to conclusions, and I’ll understand if you can’t forgive me.”

“Mia, I understand your feelings,” Jake replied. “You were protecting your son, and that’s natural. I forgive you. Come back here. Let this be our funny story, not a reason to break up.”

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A man using his phone | Source: Pexels

I smiled through my tears and heaved a sigh of relief. Jake’s understanding meant everything to me. I turned to Luke, who was watching me with wide eyes.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said, pulling him into a hug. “Everything’s going to be okay. The bones weren’t real. They’re just for teaching. Jake isn’t a bad guy.”

We drove back to Jake’s parents’ house. They looked quite worried, but I quickly explained everything and apologized for leaving abruptly.

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An older couple standing at a doorstep, each holding a cup | Source: Pexels

We spent the rest of the day relaxing by the ocean, the tension gradually melting away. That incident marked the beginning of a stronger bond between us, and now, we often recall it with a smile.

Jake even laughs at how I rushed out of the house with Luke that day.

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A man laughing, with his head tossed back | Source: Pexels

What would you have done?

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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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