The house was supposed to be mine. Mom had promised it since I was little. But at my SIL’s birthday party, she handed the deed to her instead. “It’s time this house belonged to a real daughter,” she announced to the room. I felt my world collapse.
Growing up, I was always Mom’s favorite. She never tried to hide it, and honestly, neither did I. While Mark would be outside playing with neighborhood kids, I’d be helping Mom bake cookies or listening to her stories about her own childhood.
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“One day, this house will be yours, Sarah,” she’d say, running her hand along the worn kitchen counter. “Every scratch and dent has a story. And when I’m gone, you’ll be the keeper of those stories.”
It was never anything fancy. Just a creaky two-bedroom with warped floors, bad plumbing, and a roof that sighed in heavy rain. But it was my childhood home.
And she made sure I knew that when she passed or moved on, it would be mine.
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“What about Mark?” I asked once when I was about twelve.
Mom just laughed. “Your brother? He’ll be fine. Besides, he never appreciated this place the way you do.”
Mark never seemed to care much about the house anyway. As a teenager, he was already talking about moving to the city.
Meanwhile, I would daydream about which room would be my office and what color I’d paint the living room walls someday.
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After high school, I moved out for college, then found a decent job in marketing.
As life got busy with deadlines, friends, dating disasters, and trying my best to build some savings, the promise of the house faded into the background of my mind. It became something I rarely thought about as I navigated my late twenties and early thirties.
Then, when I was thirty-three, everything changed. My grandmother passed away, leaving Mom with a decent inheritance. Not wealthy-overnight money, but enough to make some comfortable changes.
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Mom called me one Sunday afternoon. “I’m moving, sweetie. Using some of Mom’s money to get a luxury apartment closer to the senior center. All my friends are there now.”
“The house?” I asked, feeling that childhood promise stirring in my memory.
“It’s yours, sweetie. Fix it up how you like. Consider it my early gift to you. You’ve earned it.” Her voice was warm with pride. “I’m not selling it. I’m not renting it. It’s yours now.”
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I nearly dropped the phone. After all these years, she had remembered. Kept her promise.
“Are you serious?” I whispered.
“Dead serious. I’ve already talked to my lawyer. We just need to meet him to sign the paperwork to transfer it properly. But you can move in whenever you want.”
I had been saving for years to buy a place of my own. I wasn’t married, didn’t have kids, and had no co-signer. But I had enough for a small down payment and had been working full-time since I graduated.
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My studio apartment was fine, but the thought of having a home was overwhelming.
So, instead of putting that money toward a house of my own, I used it to repair hers. Now mine, supposedly.
The first weekend, I scrubbed every inch of that house, clearing out cobwebs and dust from corners Mom couldn’t reach anymore. I made lists of everything that needed fixing, including the leaky roof, the temperamental plumbing, and the electrical system that would dim during thunderstorms.
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“Take your time with it,” Mom said when she visited that first month, touching the peeling wallpaper in the hallway. “Rome wasn’t built in a day.”
But I was determined. I redid the roof that summer, hiring professionals but helping where I could to save money. Fixed the plumbing when winter came. Updated the electrical system in the spring. Replaced the ancient appliances one by one as my paychecks allowed.
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Slowly, over two years, I poured in my savings, weekends, and heart. I painted walls, refinished floors, and planted a small garden in the backyard. Sometimes Mark would stop by, usually to borrow something, and whistle at the changes.
“Place looks great, sis,” he’d say, but never offered to help.
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Mom came by less and less as she settled into her new life. She had joined clubs, made new friends, and seemed happier than I’d seen her in years. I was happy for her, and happy in my home with all its memories and new improvements.
Soon, my house felt like the place I’d always dreamed of. I thought everything was perfect until Amanda’s birthday party changed everything.
My brother’s wife, Amanda, was hosting her 30th birthday at their townhouse.
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She was the kind of person who never even lifted a finger to help others unless she had something to gain. She never visited Mom, never offered to help with anything, and only called when she wanted something.
“You coming to Amanda’s birthday thing?” Mark had asked over the phone a week earlier.
“Do I have to?” I groaned.
“Mom really wants you there. Says she has some big announcement.”
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Curious about Mom’s announcement, I showed up with a generic gift and a forced smile.
Mom arrived fashionably late, looking elegant in a new blue dress. She hugged Amanda like they were best friends, though I couldn’t remember the last time they’d spent any time together.
Halfway through the evening, Mom clinked her glass for attention. She was smiling, holding an envelope I hadn’t noticed before.
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“This family has given me so much,” she began, “but this year, I wanted to give something back. Something special.”
My stomach tightened. Something about her tone made me uneasy.
She handed the envelope to Amanda, who blinked dramatically and opened it in front of everyone.
“What is it?” someone called out.
Amanda’s eyes widened. “It’s… it’s a deed. To a house.” Her voice cracked with fake emotion.
It was a deed.
To the house.
My house.
Signed over.
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Everyone clapped. Amanda pretended to cry, dabbing at her eyes carefully to avoid smudging her makeup.
I just stood there, frozen, my mind refusing to process what was happening.
And then Mom turned to me and said, loud enough for the whole room to hear, “It’s time that house belonged to a real daughter.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening. How could Mom do this to me? I remember she said something about talking to the lawyer, but then she never had the time to visit the lawyer with me.
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And… I didn’t force her because I didn’t mind if the house was still in her name.
After all, she was my mom, and I never thought she’d do something like this.
Once the guests got busy with food, I pulled Mom aside into the hallway.
“What did you do?” I hissed, trying to keep my voice down.
She just shrugged, like she was returning a borrowed sweater, not taking away my home.
“Amanda’s going to give me grandkids. You’ve made it clear you have no man, no plans, and no children. I want this house to go to someone who’s building a real family.”
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“But you promised—” My voice broke. “All that work I did—”
“They’ll appreciate it,” she cut me off. “They need a bigger place now that they’re starting a family.”
“Amanda’s pregnant?” I asked, the betrayal somehow cutting deeper.
“Not yet,” Mom admitted. “But they’re trying. And a nice house will give them space to grow.”
I left that night and never spoke to her again.
I moved out of the house within a week. Took nothing but my clothes and what little pride I had left.
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I used the last of my savings to rent a studio apartment. I had to start over.
Mom never reached out. Neither did Mark.
Five years passed.
Five years of rebuilding my life from scratch. New apartment. New routines. I changed jobs twice, finally landing a marketing director position I loved. I met Peter at a work conference, and we married after a year of dating. Nine months later, our daughter Amy was born.
“She has your smile,” Peter would say, watching me rock her to sleep.
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We bought a small house in the suburbs, and the best part about it was that it was completely ours. No promises that could be broken.
One Saturday morning, I took Amy to the park near our new home. She was just learning to walk, tottering between playground equipment with fierce determination.
“Sarah?” a voice called out.
I turned to see Mrs. Johnson, our old next-door neighbor from my childhood home.
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“It is you!” she exclaimed, hugging me. “And who is this beautiful little lady?”
“This is Amy, my daughter,” I said with a smile.
Mrs. Johnson’s face softened. “My goodness, you have a family now. I always knew you’d come out stronger than them.”
“Them?” I asked, confused.
She leaned in, lowering her voice. “Your mother and brother. Such a mess they’ve made.”
Turns out… Amanda had cheated on my brother.
With my mom’s new husband.
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“New husband?” I repeated, stunned.
“Oh yes,” Mrs. Johnson nodded. “Your mother remarried about a year after… well, after everything happened with you. Some wealthier guy named Richard. Retired investment banker. And apparently, Amanda liked him too.”
The story spilled out. Mom had married Richard and moved into his house. Amanda and Mark had moved into my childhood home. Then, six months later, Amanda was caught having an affair with Richard.
“Amanda took everything,” Mrs. Johnson continued. “Filed for divorce from Mark, and because the house was in her name, she walked away with it. Sold it within a month to some developers. They tore it down last spring… building a duplex there now.”
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Now, Mom and Mark were living together in a small, rented apartment. Mrs. Johnson told me Mom had to sell most of her things to afford living there.
“And no grandkids,” I murmured.
“No grandkids,” she confirmed. “Such a shame. And all because she couldn’t see what was right in front of her.”
That night, after putting Amy to bed, I discussed everything with Peter and decided to call Mom.
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Her voice cracked the second she heard mine.
“Sarah? Is that really you?”
“It’s me, Mom.”
She cried. Sobbed, really. Apologized over and over. Told me I was the only one who ever loved her without conditions. That she’d made the biggest mistake of her life.
“I have a daughter,” I said when she finally quieted. “Her name is Amy. She’s almost one.”
More tears from Mom. “A granddaughter? Oh, Sarah…”
I listened. I didn’t scream. I didn’t gloat.
When she asked if we could talk sometime or see each other, I said, “Family is family. I won’t let you starve. But you don’t get to use me anymore.”
I sent her a grocery delivery the next day. But I didn’t invite her over.
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Peter asked if I regretted calling. I shook my head.
“They’re still family,” I said, watching Amy sleep in her crib. “But that doesn’t mean I have to forget.”
***
Sometimes, I drive by where our old house used to stand. The duplex is almost finished now, and it’s nothing like the creaky home of my childhood. I don’t feel sad anymore. That house was never really mine, despite all the promises.
What’s mine is this life I’ve built. This family I cherish. This love that can’t be signed away on a deed or given to someone else.
And that’s worth more than any house could ever be.
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“You’re too old to dress like a 20-year-old,” an online user stated about Cher’s revealing outfits in her 70s.
Cher’s journey from the unknown to establishing her distinct place as a multitalented icon is nothing short of exciting. In addition to redefining music and ruling the world of music for nearly six decades, she has challenged the norms and expectations, building a persona unlike any other.
From being fun and full of surprises to exuberating boldness and brilliance—Cher’s journey to success has been both unconventional and exceptional. Moreover, she has used fashion as a form of self-expression, unapologetically conveying her somewhat complex personal style.
Despite her age, the “After All” singer’s revealing style has remained unchanged. Her choice of seemingly inappropriate outfits has kept her in the spotlight for years. At the 2017 Billboard Music Awards, she rocked a body-baring, heart-shaped pasties outfit made from beaded threads.
Cher topped her look with a platinum wig, looking snug and happy in her bold beaded dress. Interestingly, everyone adored her style, and she also bagged the Icon Award, which later gave her a chance to share an emotional acceptance speech.
While reflecting on her journey in the music arena for over 50 years at the time, Cher echoed what her mom told her when she was a young girl:
“You’re not going to be the smartest, you’re not going to be the prettiest, you’re not going to be the most talented, but you’re going to be special.’”
Taking the conversation further, the “If I Could Turn Back Time” star noted how her style statement throughout her career had been unique, despite being dubbed outrageous, distinct, and against the rule books.
To anyone wondering how she pulled off such a revealing dress for her age, the then-71-year-old responded, “I can do a five-minute plank.”
Despite going strong in her 70s, Cher has received immense criticism for her looks. In 2019, a user called the songstress “too old to dress like a [20-year-old].”
In 2014, a second user slammed her for looking ugly in her purple dress, saying she needed to wear something longer. “Cher looks like an ugly Ozzy,” commented another user.
She has reportedly been dubbed as the poster girl for cosmetic procedures.
Besides being criticized, the “Moonstruck” alum has also received supportive comments from fans. “THIS is cher! she looks her age, beautiful and happy. there’s nothing wrong with looking like you’ve lived [sic],” stated one user on Twitter.
When Cher posted her mother’s picture on social media in June 2022, many drew similarities between the two women. She is beautiful. She is beautiful at her age now!” wrote a fan. Another netizen commended the pop star, adding, “Looks beautiful for any age and she is already doing her job fabulously.”
For Cher, the world of glitz and glam has also pressured her to remain young and relevant in her field. She has reportedly been dubbed as the poster girl for cosmetic procedures.
When asked if she normalized the trend, the singer immediately pointed out how she had seen girls as young as 18 want to change their appearance. She said she didn’t comprehend why people held her responsible for something which had been trending for a long time.
“If you’re no good at what you do, people don’t care what you look like,” answered Cher when asked if cosmetic treatments had prolonged her career. She noted how people didn’t pay money to look at someone and attached much more importance to someone’s performance.
Despite admitting to feeling exhausted and drained, the “Burlesque” alum said her voice had never been better. She also stated how she had worked diligently to build her body strength, adding that even 20-year-old girls couldn’t do what she did.
While commenting on an American tabloid newspaper constantly suggesting she was on the brink of death, Cher appeared shocked and confused. During her response to the somewhat queer question, she said she was unsure why they thought she was dying when she had never felt that way.
Cher is also excellent at monitoring her diet and is a fan of healthy eating except for her love for chocolate. She also credits working out and exercising to her gorgeous appearance and agelessness.
So, how does the “All or Nothing” singer maintain her lovely figure while adding more years to her life? She once shared how she works twice as hard and loves being in the gym as much as possible. Cher said she was a tomboy in her youth and loved playing sports.
Owing to her sporty attitude, Cher also learned to surf and said she loved embarking on adventures. The Oscar-winning diva has a few simple beauty tips which have helped her remain an elegant beauty over the years.
Her secrets to staying fit, active, healthy, and of course, ageless include saying no to drinking, smoking, and drugs. In addition to understanding the importance of mindful eating and adopting a vegetarian diet, Cher confessed she rarely drank and never did drugs.
Cher once rated Cruise among her top five lovers, and the duo’s relationship amassed immense popularity back in the day, despite the “Jerry Maguire” actor being 16 years her junior.
The “Baby Don’t Go” star explained how she had always considered drinking and drugs unhealthy. While she admitted to smoking cigarettes for some time, she quickly bounced back and steered clear of anything that contradicted her taste.
Being the superstar she is, Cher’s health continues to worry her fans from time to time, mainly in the wake of her advancing age. In 2021, she had to cancel some of her concerts after contracting a mysterious illness.
Heeding her doctor’s advice, Cher, then 75, took some time to rest and recover and kept her loyal fan base updated about her health through regular social media updates.
Known for entertaining the audience, staying relevant, and serving style goals despite her age, the Emmy-winning star was shattered to cancel some of her shows. During her “Dressed To Kill” tour, she was said to have fallen ill with a severe virus affecting her kidneys and voice box.
At the time, Cher had to cancel her mega show’s second half because she appeared too unwell to perform. However, despite her health scares, she has managed to stay fit and healthy, determined to keep her fans entertained with her mesmerizing performances.
Cher’s age has never deterred her from chasing her dreams. In addition to reveling in continued success and fame, she had had an exciting love life. In November 2022, the “Love and Understanding” singer went public with her relationship to Alexander “AE” Edwards, 40 years her junior.
When photos of the hot duo circulated on social media, many fans warned Cher about her then-boyfriend’s past. But sources reported that the Grammy-winning musician was unswayed by the online chatter, and she couldn’t care less about the skepticism surrounding her relationship.
Despite the undue media and public scrutiny, Cher seemed to enjoy the attention, reportedly adding that she and her then-beau shared something extraordinary, making her feel sexy and full of life.
The same source shared that Cher had always had a thing for younger men, and her relationship with Edwards was no different than her previous connections. But what made it stand out from the “Bang Bang” star’s prior romances was how it made her feel and her confidence to take it public.
In December 2022, Cher posted a picture of her pear-shaped diamond ring on Twitter, triggering the romance rumor mill. The “Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again” alum wrote how she wished her late mom, Georgia Holt, could witness her happiness and gorgeous ring.
She mentioned how her mother loved diamonds and would have been ecstatic to share her daughter’s happiness. Later, Cher said she had posted the ring’s photo because she wished to flaunt her then-boyfriend’s fabulous nails.
The pop star’s romance with Edwards isn’t the only one that gained widespread media attention. In the past, she’s dated Hollywood A-listers, including Richie Sambora, Elvis Presley, Tom Cruise, and several others.
Cher once rated Cruise among her top five lovers, and the duo’s relationship amassed immense popularity back in the day, despite the “Jerry Maguire” actor being 16 years her junior.
She has been married twice: she wed Sonny Bono in 1964, and they divorced in 1975. They share a son, Chaz Bono. Unfortunately, Sonny died in 1998. Later, in 1975, she tied the knot with Gregg Allman, but the duo divorced three years later. Allman passed away in 2017, and the duo share a son, Elijah.
Despite the rumors that Cher and Edwards were engaged, sources close to the couple confirmed that they had gone their separate ways after just six months of dating. It was also revealed that the pair were never engaged, and Cher’s ring was merely a gift from her ex-lover.
Regardless, the duo was said to be incredibly close, and Edwards’ son loved spending time at Cher’s Malibu residence. Their romance and brief relationship were believed to be real and special, and despite their decision to call it quits, they were said to be on friendly terms.
Although Cher has been slammed off and on for her revealing style, she continues to exuberate class and confidence while showing off her slim figure, proving that age is just a number!
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