My Son Refused to Eat During Our Thanksgiving Dinner – When I Asked Why, He Said, ‘Grandma Told Me the Truth About You’

This Thanksgiving started with a hard-earned feast, but my son refused to eat and wouldn’t tell me why. Later, his heartbreaking confession revealed how one family member had shattered his trust and ours.

Life isn’t easy right now, but everyone does their best to make it work. My husband, Mark, and I try to focus on what really matters: creating a happy home for our 8-year-old son, Ethan.

A cute boy | Source: Midjourney

A cute boy | Source: Midjourney

This year, we were determined to give him a Thanksgiving to remember, even though money’s been tight. We were also hosting our mother, so I wanted it to be nice.

Luckily, we managed to stretch our budget and pulled off a feast. The turkey came out golden and juicy, the mashed potatoes were fluffy, and Ethan’s favorite pumpkin pie was chilling in the fridge. I was proud of what we’d accomplished despite rising prices.

Thanksgiving food on a table | Source: Midjourney

Thanksgiving food on a table | Source: Midjourney

Everything seemed fine until dinner. Ethan sat at the table, unusually quiet while staring at his plate. That kid often bounces with excitement for Thanksgiving.

“Sweetie,” I said gently, trying not to sound worried, “you’re not eating. Is everything okay?”

He shrugged, barely looking up. “I’m not hungry,” he mumbled.

A sad boy at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

A sad boy at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Mark shot me a questioning look across the table. I shrugged back, unsure what was going on. Our son was not the kind of kid to hold back if something was bothering him, but with my mom at the table, maybe he didn’t feel like talking.

She’s not exactly the warmest presence.

I decided not to push it during dinner. “Alright,” I said softly, giving his hand a little squeeze. “But let me know if that changes, okay?”

Ethan nodded, but the look on his face stayed with me. Something was wrong.

A worried woman at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney

A worried woman at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney

After dinner, my son skipped dessert. Skipped. Dessert. That’s like the sun deciding not to rise.

Meanwhile, my mom didn’t notice or didn’t care. She stayed for another hour, and for some reason, she nitpicked the meal we’d had tirelessly saved for and worked so hard to make.

She complained about the fact that we made mac and cheese from a box, which is Ethan’s favorite, or it used to be, I guess.

Mac and cheese | Source: Midjourney

Mac and cheese | Source: Midjourney

Apparently, we should’ve bought the good cheese and real macaroni from the store, considering Thanksgiving was such a special occasion.

At one point, tears pricked my eyes because this had been such a sacrifice. I wanted to yell that between her and Ethan’s strange attitude, Thanksgiving had been ruined.

But I bit my tongue, nodding to appease her. When she finally left, I headed straight for my son’s room.

A woman looking sad during Thanksgiving dinner | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking sad during Thanksgiving dinner | Source: Midjourney

Mark followed, just as worried as I was. Ethan was curled up on his bed, hugging his pillow.

“Sweetie?” I said softly, sitting beside him. “What’s wrong, honey? You’ve been so quiet today. You didn’t eat your favorite mac and cheese, and you didn’t want pumpkin pie.”

He looked at me with teary eyes. “Grandma told me the truth about you,” he whispered.

My stomach dropped. “What truth?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

A woman looking worried in a child's bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking worried in a child’s bedroom | Source: Midjourney

He hesitated, then blurted out, “She said you and Dad are losers! She said we’re poor, and that’s why we can’t have a real Thanksgiving.”

My body froze, but my eyes widened. I could almost hear the sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces, like a vase thrown deliberately at the wall.

“When did your grandmother say these things?” I finally asked in a whisper.

“Last week, when she picked me up from school,” he replied as the tears wet his pillow.

A kid in bed looking sad | Source: Midjourney

A kid in bed looking sad | Source: Midjourney

Mark knelt next to me, and I saw his jaw tightening. “Ethan,” he said gently, “Grandma shouldn’t have said that to you.”

Our son sniffled, and his small hands gripped the blanket tighter. “She also said Dad’s lazy and doesn’t make enough money. And that you’re… not good at taking care of me.”

I could barely breathe.

Luckily, Mark was more composed. He started rubbing Ethan’s back, speaking in a calm but firm voice. “Buddy, none of that is true. Your mom and I work hard to give you everything we can because we love you so much.”

A man looking worried as he leans over a bed | Source: Midjourney

A man looking worried as he leans over a bed | Source: Midjourney

“But she said we’re not a real family,” our son continued. “Because we don’t have the stuff other people have.”

“Listen to me, sweetie,” I said hoarsely. “Grandma is wrong. What makes a family real isn’t money or stuff. It’s love. And we have so much of that.”

Mark chimed in, nodding. “People can and will say hurtful things, even people we love. But your mother’s right. What matters is how we treat each other, and I think we’re the luckiest family in the world because we’re together and healthy.”

A man leaning over a bed | Source: Midjourney

A man leaning over a bed | Source: Midjourney

“Really?” Ethan asked.

“Yes!” Mark and I said in unison, and then I continued. “Listen, baby. We’re going to talk to Grandma. But she won’t be picking you up anymore. We all need a break from her, I think.”

Ethan bit his lip for a second before his tiny smile emerged.

“All good now?” Mark asked, tilting his head.

Our son lifted his upper body slightly and looked at us expectantly. “Can I have some pumpkin pie now?”

A kid looking happy lying in bed | Source: Midjourney

A kid looking happy lying in bed | Source: Midjourney

Mark and I released a sigh of relief.

We went out to the kitchen, and Ethan acted like he’d never eaten before. He devoured his mac and cheese, a bit of the turkey, and even some green beans before inhaling his piece of pumpkin pie.

He fell asleep on the couch a second after he finished, and we carried him to his room.

Once we were inside our bedroom, Mark and I agreed on what we would say to my mother almost immediately. He was so angry that there was no other choice.

A couple talking seriously | Source: Midjourney

A couple talking seriously | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, I woke up ready, but nervous. I called my mom over, and she arrived, looking smug and carrying that air of superiority that I’d ignored most of my life.

I just couldn’t let it go now that it had affected my son.

“Why did you invite me over? We saw each other last night, and I definitely don’t want leftovers from that meal” she chuckled without humor, sitting down on our armchair and not even saying hello to Mark.

A woman sitting on an armchair | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting on an armchair | Source: Midjourney

Her comment was perfect because it assured me that I was making the right choice.

So, I didn’t waste more time. “Ethan told us what you said to him last week,” I began. “About Mark and me and our family.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh, that? I was just being honest,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “He needs to understand how the real world works.”

Mark’s voice was sharp. “Telling an 8-year-old that his parents are losers is your idea of honesty?”

An angry man | Source: Midjourney

An angry man | Source: Midjourney

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. I was just preparing him for reality. He needs to know life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows.”

“What he needs is love and support,” I snapped. “Not your judgmental comments. Do you have any idea how much you hurt him? Did you even notice he wasn’t eating last night?”

“I wasn’t trying to hurt him,” she said, looking annoyed. “But really… it’s just the truth. You can’t provide enough. He should have more.”

A woman sitting on an armchair and waving a hand dismissively | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting on an armchair and waving a hand dismissively | Source: Midjourney

“More?” Mark said, standing and pacing the living room. “We work hard to give Ethan a good life. All he needs is us by his side. You don’t get to tear our family down just because you think we don’t measure up to your standards.”

Mom’s face turned red. “Things wouldn’t be this way if Umma had listened,” she retorted and turned her angry eyes to me. “If you had married the man I wanted for you, none of this would’ve happened.”

A woman looking angry on an armchair | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking angry on an armchair | Source: Midjourney

I saw that my husband was about to explode, so I stood and spoke first. “That’s enough. Get out of my house! Until you can show us all the respect we deserve, we’re cutting you off.”

Her jaw tightened. “What? You can’t do that!”

“Yes, we can,” Mark said, walking to our front door and opening it wide. “We might be losers, but this is our house, and we’ve had enough of you.”

Mom looked at me one more time, but I only raised my eyebrows expectantly.

A woman with arms crossed in a living room | Source: Midjourney

A woman with arms crossed in a living room | Source: Midjourney

With a huff, she grabbed her purse and stormed out. Mark slammed the door behind her and barked a laugh.

I didn’t, but I felt a weight off my shoulders.

Since then, our son has been thriving. It’s a little hard not being able to ask my mom to pick Ethan up, but we arranged a carpool schedule with other moms.

Weeks later, on an evening close to Christmas, I confirmed that this had been the right decision while baking cookies from a box mix. Ethan looked up at me with a big smile.

A boy with a bowl of cookie dough | Source: Midjourney

A boy with a bowl of cookie dough | Source: Midjourney

“Mom, I think our family is the best,” he said.

My throat felt too tight as I smiled back. “Me too, buddy. Me too.”

I don’t know if my mom will ever make her way back into our lives, but so far, she hasn’t even tried. Her pride and toxicity don’t allow her to see the big picture or what truly matters in life.

My advice is: Protect your kids, even if you have to pull away from other family members. The holidays should be joyful, not a source of stress and tears. Do what’s best for your household.

A happy family on Christmas | Source: Midjourney

A happy family on Christmas | Source: Midjourney

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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 “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

Paris Jackson says she feels dad Michael Jackson “with me all the time”

Paris Jackson has been a superstar her entire life despite being only 24 years old and the second child of the iconic musician Michael Jackson.

Paris has experienced several difficulties since the death of her father. But, the gifted young lady is currently pursuing her own singing career.

Despite the ups and downs in her life, she has now made the decision to talk about her upbringing with her father, known as the “King of Pop.” Few, if any, individuals are unaware of Michael Jackson’s existence.

Michael Jackson – “King of Pop”

You know, you’re not referred to as “The King of Pop” for nothing, do you? Even while we like the late singer’s music, his life wasn’t always easy.

Michael had domestic issues from the beginning, when he performed with his siblings in the Jackson Five, which were made worse by a strict father who was quick to discipline his children if they disobeyed.

Michael Jackson may be considered a product, someone who was created from an early age to be an entertainer and vocalist. That won’t change the fact that his music, dance, and songwriting are all absolute masterpieces.

When Michael Jackson passed away in 2009, the whole world mourned the singer. He had been chased by paparazzis’ and tabloid newspapers for pretty much his entire life, but not even when he was laid to rest for the last time was he spared.

Paris Jackson – Michael’s daughter

Several media helicopters followed the helicopters delivering his body from the hospital in Los Angeles. News about Michael Jackson and his family is still reported on all around the world today.

Nowadays, his family members receive the majority of the attention. His kids in particular have come under attack since the Jackson family is a popular target for paparazzi.

Paris Jackson, the second child of Jackson, has grown up in the public eye. She is now making every effort to distinguish herself from Michael Jackson’s child and become her own person.

She has been suffering from mental illness for a number of years, yet she is actually doing extremely well.

Paris Jackson – early life

On April 3, 1998, in California, Paris Jackson was born. She is Michael Jackson’s only daughter and his second kid.

She and her brother were both homeschooled up until the sixth grade, which made her early years quite private. The kids were carefully protected from the public because Michael Jackson was keen on allowing them to maintain their seclusion. The children in Michael’s family were either wearing costumes or having their heads wrapped in scarves to conceal their faces in early photographs.

As a result, life on the Neverland Ranch was extremely constrained for Paris and her siblings. No one can deny that they were immensely wealthy, but it must have also been difficult.

Speaking with supermodel Naomi Campbell, Paris Jackson opened up about her father, and what her upbringing was like.

She said that Michael Jackson made sure that they were “cultured”.

“My dad was really good about making sure we were cultured, making sure we were educated, and not just showing us like the glitz and glam, like hotel hopping, five-star places,” Paris said.

“It was also like, we saw everything. We saw third world countries. We saw every part of the spectrum.”

Speaks out on her childhood

Paris Jackson lived all over the world during her childhood days, as her father toured across the globe to play in front of hundreds of thousands of people.

She claims to have been quite appreciative of her “rich” upbringing. Paris also discovered early on that she should not feel entitled. Her father made sure that the kids understood the idea of working hard to attain what they want.

“Even growing up it was about earning stuff,” Paris said. “If we wanted five toys from FAO Schwarz or Toys ‘R’ Us, we had to read five books.

“It’s earning it, not just being entitled to certain things or thinking ‘oh I got this’,” she added. “It’s like working for it, working hard for it, it’s something else entirely, it’s an accomplishment.”

Paris was only 11 years old when her father passed away

Tragic passing of Michael Jackson

On June 25, 2009, “The King of Pop” experienced a heart arrest at home and soon after being taken to a neighboring hospital, he passed suddenly. According to Michael Jackson’s will, Paris and her brothers were placed in Katherine Jackson’s legal custody.

Paris, then 11 years old, spoke briefly about her father in front of the entire world during the funeral service that was broadcast on television.

“Ever since I was born, daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine,” she said. “And I just wanted to say I love him so much.”

Paris and her brothers, Prince Michael, 12, and Prince Michael II, 7, were all in attendance during the televised memorial service. In fact, that was pretty much the first time the world caught more than just a glimpse of Jackson’s children.

Then, in January 2010, they were once again were seen in public while accepting a posthumous Lifetime Achievement Award for their father at the 2010 Grammy

Paris Jackson – life after Neverland

In November the same year, Paris appeared on the Oprah Winfrey Show to speak about her father, saying that he was amazing.

“I kind of felt like no one understood what a good father he was, he was the best cook ever,” she told Winfrey. “He was just a normal dad.”

“He made the best French toast in the world,” Paris added.

When Michael Jackson passed away, Paris Jackson moved into a mansion in Calabasas, California, with her grandmother Katherine Jackson, as well as other members of her family.

When she turned 19, she decided to move into Michael Jackson’s private studio at the family compound, which she transformed into a dorm-style bedroom.

Losing your father is hard as it is. But for Paris, it was much more than that. All of a sudden, she was expected to carry on her father’s legacy.

“I tried to grow up too fast”

Upon starting seventh grade, Paris decided to attend a private school. At this point, the only ones accepting her for who she was were the older kids, and it didn’t turn out perfect.

“I was doing a lot of things that 13-, 14-, 15-year-olds shouldn’t do. I tried to grow up too fast, and I wasn’t really that nice of a person,” she tells us.

Around the same time, social media had become a thing, and Paris faced cyberbullying.

“The whole freedom-of-speech thing is great,” she explained. “But I don’t think that our Founding Fathers predicted social media when they created all of these amendments and stuff.”

Paris went through a lot of trauma as a teenager. She even tried taking her own life following a very serious incident, but that was also somewhat of a turning point.

She spent her sophomore year, as well as half her junior year, at a therapeutic school in Utah, which was great for her.

“I’m a completely different person,” she said. “I was crazy. I was actually crazy, I was going through a lot of, like, teen angst. And I was also dealing with my depression and my anxiety without any help.”

Paris Jackson – career

Paris graduated high school in 2015 – one year early – but by this point, she had a lot on her mind. She was one of the heirs of Michel Jackson’s billion-dollar heritage, and everyone saw her as a celebrity, even though she actually hadn’t done anything.

Now, though, Jackson is heading in the same direction as her father: the entertainment business. She’s taken her father’s advice seriously: if you want something, you have to put in work to get it. During the Naomi Campbell interview, Paris stated that she was a “full believer” that she should earn her own success.

For someone born into ridiculous wealth, as the child of one of the most famous people in modern history, this is something we truly adore Paris for. No matter what has happened in her past or who her father is, she wants to do her own thing.

She grew up around only adults except for her siblings. When she left Neverland to go to a real school, it was a big change for her. She grew up as the child of Michael Jackson, but for her, the world was more than that. And in the beginning, it sure was hard.

“Once I got introduced into the real world, I was shocked. It blew me away,” Paris explained. “Not just because it was sexist, but misogynist and racist and cruel. It was scary as hell. And it still is really scary.”

Modeling and music

So what did Paris do? Well, she went her own way, starting out working as a model. And she has a real talent for it!

In recent years, she’s been on the covers of some of the world’s most influential magazines, including Rolling Stone, Vogue and Narcisse to name a few.

For Paris, modeling is a very therapeutic and natural thing. Many were shocked when her father transformed via his many plastic surgeries. But in this age of social media and cyberbullying, Paris understands his choice.

“I’ve had self-esteem issues for a really, really long time,” she said. “Plenty of people think I’m ugly, and plenty of people don’t. But there’s a moment when I’m modeling where I forget about my self-esteem issues and focus on what the photographer’s telling me – and I feel pretty. And in that sense, it’s selfish.”

Through her Instagram page, Paris’s followers can see her life as she seems to like spending time with her friends, doing all the things in life she couldn’t really experience at a younger age.

Released her first album

She released her debut album Wilted in 2020, following in her father’s musical footsteps. Paris Jackson is doing music, but her CD is indie folk rather than the R&B and pop style for which her father was famous.

“It’s mainly just a story of heartbreak and love, in general, and the thoughts and feelings that come after it doesn’t work out,” she remarked.

Paris Jackson grew up with her father’s music, and she says she knows all the words to his songs. At the same time as she created her own sound, it’s inevitable that Michael Jackson’s taste in music influenced her.

“He loved classical music and jazz and Hip Hop and R&B and obviously the Motown stuff,” she says.

Paris Jackson has paid tribute to her father on her body, acquiring more than 50 tattoos. Nine of them are devoted to Michael Jackson.

She has learned to cope with the devastating loss of her father rather than believing that time will make everything better.

She remembers Michael Jackson visiting her in her dreams, so she knows he will always be there with her.

“I live life with the mentality of ‘OK, I lost the only thing that has ever been important to me.’” she mentioned. “So going forward, anything bad that happens can’t be nearly as bad as what happened before. So I can handle it.

“I feel him with me all the time.”

People who have experienced parental loss may undoubtedly relate to Paris and the pain she is going through. Nobody, however, has had the same level of experience growing up as Paris Jackson had.

We’re ecstatic that she may now go about her business without being followed everywhere she goes by paparazzi. Paris, good luck!

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