My Kids Said They Wished I Never Existed, and the Next Day Their Wish Came True — Story of the Day

My kids told me they wished I didn’t exist, and those words cut deeper than anything I’d ever heard. They were angry, careless—but I decided to take their wish seriously. I vanished from their lives, leaving no trace. It was time they learned what life would be like without Mom.

I’d heard it countless times—people saying housewives had it easy. They stayed home, relaxed, and lived off their husbands’ hard work. What a joke!

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Let me tell you, my being a stay-at-home mom wasn’t just a job; it was an endless marathon with no breaks. My days were a blur of cleaning, cooking, managing tantrums, and juggling a thousand other things.

Tom, my sweet but stubborn five-year-old, was at that age where every little thing was a battle.

Eliza, on the other hand, was teetering on the edge of her pre-teen years—full of sass and mood swings.

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And my husband, Justin? He thought his paycheck excused him from everything else. It was exhausting.

That evening, as usual, we sat down for dinner together. Sharing our day had become a routine, though it often came with surprises.

I looked at Tom, who was already playing with his peas. “Tom, how was preschool today?” I asked, trying to sound cheerful.

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He shrugged. “It was okay, but Miss Jackson might call you tomorrow.”

That caught my attention. “Why would she call me?” I asked, putting down my fork.

“I just wanted to pet a dog outside, but Miss Jackson said you shouldn’t touch stray dogs because they can have rab—rabai—” Tom paused, frowning.

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“Rabies,” Eliza said with an exaggerated eye roll.

Tom nodded. “Yeah, rabies.”

I leaned forward. “And why does that mean she might call me?”

Tom hesitated, then blurted, “Well, I didn’t like what she said, so I bit her.”

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I stared at him, shocked. “You bit your teacher?” My voice rose without meaning to.

Tom nodded, completely unbothered. “She said rabies spreads by bites. I wanted to show her.”

“Mom, you gave birth to a lunatic,” Eliza muttered, smirking.

“Don’t talk about your brother like that,” I said firmly. Then I turned to Justin, who was busy eating. “Justin, do you have anything to say about this?”

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He glanced up briefly. “You’re handling it great, honey,” he said, patting my hand.

I sighed, turning back to Tom. “Tom, we’ve talked about this. You can’t bite people. It hurts, and it’s wrong. Next time, use words to express how you feel.”

Finally, I faced Eliza. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” she said, barely looking up.

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“That’s all?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m sleeping over at Nancy’s tomorrow, remember?” she added casually.

“Yes, I remember,” I said, feeling my energy drain.

The next day started badly and only got worse. When I went into Tom’s room to check if he had cleaned up like I’d asked, it looked like a tornado had hit it.

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Toys, clothes, and books were everywhere. I felt my patience slipping, but there wasn’t time to deal with it.

I had to apologize to Miss Jackson for Tom biting her, which was embarrassing enough.

Then, as I finally sat down to breathe, the phone rang. Eliza’s school informed me she had skipped classes. My anger boiled over. By the time they got home, I was ready for a serious talk.

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“Wait, both of you, stop right there,” I said as Tom and Eliza headed to their rooms. My voice made them freeze.

“What is it now?” Eliza asked, sounding irritated.

“Let’s start with Tom,” I said, turning to him. “I saw your room. It’s a disaster. We agreed that if you didn’t keep it clean, I’d take away your games. So, your console is mine until you show me you can keep your room tidy.”

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Tom’s eyes went wide. “What? No! That’s not fair!” he yelled, crossing his arms.

Eliza smirked. “Nice job, Tom,” she said with a mocking tone.

“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you, young lady,” I snapped. “I got a call from your school today. They told me you skipped class.”

“It was one time! Just one!” Eliza shouted, her face red with anger.

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“You’re grounded for a week,” I said firmly. “No sleepover at Nancy’s.”

“You can’t do this! ‘’ve been planning that forever!” Eliza screamed, clenching her fists.

“Then you shouldn’t have skipped class,” I replied calmly.

“I hate you! I wish you didn’t exist!” she yelled before stomping off to her room and slamming the door.

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“Yeah! Me too!” Tom shouted, running to his own room.

I stood there, tears welling up. My chest felt heavy, but I swallowed the lump in my throat.

When Justin got home, I recounted everything. He listened quietly, barely responding.

“Well?” I asked, desperate for some support.

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“Maybe you were too hard on them,” he said, shrugging. “They’re just kids.”

“Did you hear me? Did you hear what Eliza said to me?” I asked, my voice shaking with anger.

“She didn’t mean it,” he said, brushing it off.

“I’ve had enough,” I said, my voice cold. “I’ll show them what it’s like when I’m not here.”

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“What are you talking about?” Justin asked, confused.

“You’ll see,” I said and walked away.

That night, as the house lay silent, I began my plan. Justin, always a heavy sleeper, didn’t stir once.

I moved quietly, gathering every single thing that was mine—clothes from the closet, photos from the walls, notebooks from the desk.

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Even my favorite mug, the one I used every morning, went into a box. I left no sign that I had ever been there.

With everything packed, I carried it all up to the attic. The attic was dusty and cramped, but I set up a mattress in the corner, arranging a small lamp and a blanket. Justin wouldn’t think to look here; he barely remembered the attic existed.

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Before settling in, I set up cameras in the kitchen and living room. I needed to see how they managed without me. This was only the beginning.

The next morning, I watched them from the camera feed as they stood in the kitchen, looking lost.

“Where’s Mom?” Tom asked, his voice unsure.

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“I don’t know,” Eliza said, glancing around. “But even her pictures are gone. The ones on the wall, too.”

“Her clothes aren’t in the closet,” Justin added, scratching his head.

Tom’s eyes widened. “Did our wish come true? Did Mom really disappear?”

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“Don’t be ridiculous,” Justin said, shaking his head.

“But she’s really gone!” Eliza insisted. “Her stuff isn’t here. There’s no sign of her at all.”

Justin pulled out his phone. “I’ll call her. This is probably some kind of joke.” But I had turned my phone off. He stared at the screen for a moment before putting it back in his pocket.

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“Okay, let’s go,” he said, sounding annoyed. “I’ll drop you off at school. We’ll figure this out later.”

Eliza hesitated. “Can I still go to Nancy’s sleepover?”

“Yes, yes. Just get in the car,” Justin said impatiently.

“Yes!” Eliza cheered. Then she grinned. “Maybe it’s better this way. Mom was always on my case anyway.”

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“That means I can play video games!” Tom shouted, jumping up.

I felt my chest tighten. My heart ached as I watched them. They didn’t miss me; they seemed relieved. They were happy I was gone.

That evening, I watched from the camera as Justin and Tom sat on the couch, laughing and playing video games.

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A pizza box sat open on the coffee table, grease stains already soaking into the cardboard.

I noticed Tom eating a big slice loaded with cheese. My stomach tightened. He was lactose intolerant. Justin, distracted by the game, had clearly forgotten.

The next morning, my fears were confirmed. Tom was curled up on the couch, pale and groaning.

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Justin scrambled to find medicine, muttering under his breath. He ended up staying home from work, trying to comfort Tom while also cleaning up the mess.

By the third day, chaos ruled. Dishes piled up in the sink, laundry was untouched, and the kids left for school with nothing but dry cereal in their hands.

That evening, Tom sat crying on the couch, overwhelmed. Even Eliza, who usually stayed distant, looked defeated. Her hair was a mess as she clutched her empty lunchbox.

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“I miss Mom,” Tom finally said, looking up at Justin. His little face was streaked with tears, and his lip trembled.

“Me too,” Eliza added, her voice quieter than usual. She looked down at her hands. “I got my period today, and I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to call Mom so bad, but I couldn’t. It made me feel awful.”

Justin sighed, leaning back on the couch. “I think this is because of what you both said. You told her you didn’t want her to exist. Now she’s showing you what that feels like.”

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“But that’s not true!” Eliza said, her voice cracking. Tears filled her eyes. “I was just mad. I didn’t mean it. I’m so stupid for saying that.”

Tom sniffled loudly. “I want Mom to come back. I’ll clean my room every day. I won’t bite anyone ever again. I promise.”

Eliza wiped her face and nodded. “I’ll stop yelling at her. I’ll listen better. I can’t live without her. I miss her so much,” she said, sobbing.

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Hearing their words broke the last bit of resolve I had. I stepped out of the shadows, standing in the doorway. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson,” I said, my voice firm but full of emotion.

They turned to me in shock before running into my arms. “Mom! You’re back!” they cried, hugging me tightly.

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“Really, it’s so good to see you,” Justin said, standing and walking over. “These past few days have shown me what a monumental job you do. I’ll try to make things easier for you from now on.”

“Thank you,” I said, my voice soft.

“No, thank you, for everything,” Justin replied.

“Thank you, Mom! We love you so much!” the kids said together, holding on tight.

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While Preparing for My Niece’s Christening, I Met the Man of My Dreams, but I Never Expected How It Would End — Story of the Day

While preparing for my niece’s christening, I met a man different from anyone I had ever known. He was kind, thoughtful, and impossible not to like. But he had made a choice long before we met, one that stood between us. I never imagined how it would all end—or how much it would change me.

I stood in front of Sarah’s house, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. That day, we were finalizing the details for Ellie’s christening, something Sarah had been stressing about for weeks.

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I rang the doorbell and waited. Nothing. I rang it again. Still nothing. Frowning, I tried the handle—it turned easily. The door was unlocked.

Stepping inside, I was immediately hit by a wall of noise. Ellie’s wails filled the house, high-pitched and relentless.

Sarah was darting back and forth, juggling bottles and stuffed animals with the frantic energy of someone running on two hours of sleep. Mark stood nearby, hands hovering uselessly as he attempted to soothe Ellie.

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Silently, I slipped into the kitchen, grabbed a mug, and poured myself some coffee.

A moment later, Sarah rushed into the kitchen, her hair a mess, her face flushed. Her eyes widened.

“Oh, God! You scared me!” she gasped, pressing a hand to her chest. “How long have you been standing there?”

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“A while,” I said, taking another sip of coffee.

She frowned. “You could have helped, you know.”

I leaned against the counter. “I’m here for moral support.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

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Just then, the doorbell rang. Sarah straightened, her whole demeanor changing. “Oh, that must be him!” she said, hurrying toward the door.

At least she heard this doorbell.

Curious, I followed her. As I stepped into the hallway, I saw a man standing at the entrance. A very attractive man. Very attractive.

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Sarah smirked. “Claire, are you done with your coffee?”

“Something like that,” I said, my eyes still on him.

Sarah gestured toward him. “Then I’d like to introduce you. Claire, this is Father Nathan. He’ll be christening Ellie.”

I blinked. “Father?” I looked him up and down. No collar. No robe. “Where’s your—” I made a circle around my neck.

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“I’m allowed to wear regular clothes,” he said, amused.

I crossed my arms. “You don’t look like a priest.”

“Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, still smiling.

“You should,” I said.

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Sarah clapped her hands together. “Alright, let’s go over the details.”

We all moved into the living room. I sat at the far end, keeping my distance from the baby. She made me nervous.

All babies did. Sarah and Mark discussed the ceremony, asking Nathan about traditions and schedules. I tuned most of it out.

“So, what do you do?” Nathan asked, turning to me.

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“Oh, I own an art supply store,” I said.

“You’re an artist?”

“No, but I sell materials for artists. Without me, they’d be nothing,” I said.

He laughed. A real, warm laugh.

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For the first time all day, I felt seen. The meeting went on, but Nathan and I kept talking. Jokes, small talk, teasing. It felt easy. Familiar.

When we were both in the entryway, getting ready to leave, he asked, “Why aren’t you the godmother?”

“Babies scare me. And kids.”

“Oh, I understand. Me too.”

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“But you’re—”

“These will be my first christenings. I just hope I don’t forget that babies can’t swim,” he said.

I laughed. “That’s an honest answer.”

“Lying is a sin. And He sees everything,” Nathan said, pointing to the ceiling. He hesitated, then added, “I’d love to see you at church sometime.”

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I swallowed. “Oh, I wouldn’t call myself particularly religious.”

“Well, if you ever feel like it, I’ll be there,” he said.

And I don’t know why, but I listened to him.

That Sunday, I found myself sitting in a wooden pew, surrounded by families, older couples, and a few scattered individuals like me.

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The church smelled of candle wax and old books. I folded my hands in my lap, unsure what to do.

Nathan spoke with ease, his voice warm, his words thoughtful. He told stories, made people laugh, yet never lost the meaning behind his sermon. People seemed to like him—and oh, how I understood why.

Nathan was impossible not to like.

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After the service, I walked toward him.

“So, you actually came,” Nathan said, smiling.

I nodded. “Yeah. It was… different. In a good way.”

“Glad to hear that. I try not to make people fall asleep.” He grinned.

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“Well, you kept me awake,” I said.

“Would you like some coffee or tea?” he asked.

“I’d love some,” I said, and he led me to his… office? I wasn’t sure what they were called.

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That day, we talked for hours. The conversation flowed so easily—about faith, the church, people, and life in general.

Nathan listened without judgment, spoke with honesty, and made me think in ways I hadn’t before.

I felt more comfortable with him than I had with anyone in a long time. That should have been a good thing, but it wasn’t.

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He was a priest. And it killed me to know that he was a priest—that I could never have a real relationship with him.

Still, I kept coming back. Almost every day, we found something new to talk about.

One day, we sat on a park bench, the sun warm against my skin. Talking to Nathan felt easy, natural.

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“You can’t get married. What would you do if you liked someone?” I asked, glancing at him.

He smirked. “I’d invite her to my services, talk to her, agree to christen her niece, and hope she leaves me alone.”

I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up. “And if you fell in love with someone?”

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Nathan’s smile faded. He let out a slow breath. “The path I chose requires me to devote my life and love to God.”

I swallowed hard. “I could never do that.”

Nathan turned toward me. “That’s why talking to you is good for me. You challenge me. You make me question things.”

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His eyes met mine. My heart pounded. And then, without thinking, I kissed him.

For a moment, he kissed me back. Warm. Certain. Then, suddenly, he pulled away, his face pale.

“No, this is wrong,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.” He stood up and walked away.

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I sat frozen, watching him disappear, feeling like I had just lost something I never really had.

The next day, my phone rang early. Sarah’s voice came through, shaky and rushed.

“Claire, he backed out! Nathan won’t do the christening. It’s tomorrow! What am I supposed to do?”

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I gripped the phone tighter. “What? Why?”

“He didn’t say. Just told Mark he couldn’t do it.”

I closed my eyes. I knew why. This was because of me. I tried to calm Sarah, but she was too upset.

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After hanging up, I went to the church. Nathan wasn’t there. No one knew where he was.

That evening, a knock at my door startled me. I opened it and froze. Nathan stood there, his expression unreadable.

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“Your sister gave me your address,” he said. His voice was quiet, but his eyes held something heavy.

I stepped aside. “Come in.”

He walked in, standing awkwardly in the middle of my living room. I crossed my arms. “Sarah is panicking. You need to do the christening.”

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Nathan sighed. “I already agreed. My conscience wouldn’t let me refuse.”

Relief flooded through me. “Good. Then why are you here?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking more unsure than I’d seen him. “I gave up a lot to have the life I have. Years of training, sacrifice, purpose. Then you showed up.” His eyes met mine. “And now, I doubt everything.”

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I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. I pray, I work, I read, and it’s still you. It should be Him. My mind should be clear. It’s not.”

I stared at him, unable to speak. My throat tightened, my chest ached.

“Screw it,” Nathan muttered. Then, before I could react, he grabbed me and kissed me.

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I kissed him back without hesitation.

He stayed the night…If you know what I mean.

By morning, I stared at the ceiling, my heart pounding. I felt warm beside him, but my mind spun.

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“I can’t believe you actually did this,” I said, barely above a whisper.

Nathan sat up, rubbing his face. “Neither can I.”

We both knew what this meant.

It was the day of the christening. Nathan dressed quickly, avoiding my eyes.

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He muttered something about needing to be at the church early. Then he was gone.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the empty space where he had been. My heart felt heavy, but I pushed the feeling down.

I got ready, put on a simple dress, and drove to the church.

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The ceremony went perfectly. Nathan spoke with warmth and confidence, his voice steady, his smile easy. No one would have guessed he was struggling.

Afterward, Sarah and Mark hosted a celebration. Laughter filled the house, food covered the table, and everyone seemed happy.

Nathan and I left at the same time. We didn’t plan it, but suddenly, we were standing outside together, alone.

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The air between us was thick with unspoken words. I knew this was it. The moment I had been dreading.

“You did well today,” I said. My voice was even, but I felt unsteady.

“Thanks.” Nathan wouldn’t look at me.

I exhaled slowly. “It’s not going to be me, is it?” My voice wavered. “It’s going to be Him.

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He finally met my eyes. “…Yeah.”

I let out a small, sad laugh. My vision blurred. “The funniest part of all this? I love you.”

Nathan pulled me into a tight hug, his arms lingering before he let go.

“This won’t last forever,” he murmured.

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I forced a smile. “So… see you Sunday at mass?”

Nathan chuckled, though his eyes were sad. “Yeah. But seriously? You’re banned from my services for life.”

He turned, hesitated, then looked back.

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“I love you too.”

Then he walked away.

And that was the last time I ever saw him.

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