Man Kicks Older Mom-in-Law out, She Returns in His Boss’ Car the Next Day — Karma Story

A man was shocked to see his mother-in-law sitting next to his boss in his car a day after he kicked her out. “Oh my God!” the man gasped. He had no idea how his mother-in-law had become friends with his boss.

Even after working tirelessly for the past two decades, Jack believed he hadn’t achieved enough to call himself a successful man. At 43, he still thought he could do much better, but his wife, Laura, thought otherwise.

He met Laura at work, but she later resigned and started her own business. Since she was a marketing graduate from one of the best business schools in the country, she knew how to attract customers with little effort.

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When Jack saw her business flourish, he felt intimidated and developed an inferiority complex. “I don’t think I can ever be as good as her,” he would tell himself.

After tying the knot with Laura, Jack felt her parents didn’t like her because he wasn’t as rich as them. Laura came from a wealthy family, while Jack’s parents were not that rich. However, Laura always told Jack it was all in his head and that her parents had nothing against him.

Jack’s insecurity grew with time, but he never listened to his wife. To cope with his feelings of unworthiness, he paid more attention to his work and tried his best to get a promotion. He would spend most of his day at his office and come home late every night.

One day, Jack’s wife called him at work and told him something unexpected. “Jack… Please come home right now,” Laura said in a shaky voice. “Dad passed away.”

“Don’t you understand I don’t want her in my house?” Jack yelled.

Oh no! Jack thought and immediately left his workplace. He consoled his wife and helped with the funeral arrangements. A few days later, Laura told Jack she wanted her mother to live with them.

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“Jack, you know my mother has been feeling lonely after dad’s death,” she said. “I’ve offered her to stay here with us, and if―”

“What? How can you do that without asking me?” Jack looked at his wife with his eyes wide open.

“Why would I ask you? She’s my mother, and she needs me right now.”

“So what? You could have thought of something else. I don’t want her to stay at our house.”

“But why?” Laura frowned.

“She cannot deal with the grief of losing dad all by herself, Jack. She’s coming here once she accepts my offer.”

“No, Laura,” Jack shook his head. “That won’t happen.”

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Two days later, Laura’s mother, Melissa, called her and said she was ready to move in with them. Laura was Melissa’s only child, so she had no option except to live with her daughter until she felt she was ready to live alone.

“That’s great, Mom!” Laura exclaimed while talking to her mother on the phone. “Jack and I will pick you up this evening, okay? Love you!”

“Was that your mom?” Jack asked after Laura ended the call.

“Yes. She’s ready to move in with us.”

“Don’t you understand I don’t want her in my house?” Jack yelled.

“It’s either her or me!”

Laura looked at her husband in shock. “Calm down, Jack. You need to think about this calmly,” she told him. “I’m her only child, and she needs my help. She will leave in a few months.”

“I don’t think she’s ever going to leave!” Jack yelled and stomped out of the bedroom.

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Once Melissa moved in, Jack tried his best to annoy her so she would leave soon. He would pick fights with her purposely and often argued with her.

One day, Jack was attending an online meeting with his boss from his bedroom when Melissa suddenly barged in. “I’m sorry, Jack. But you won’t be getting a promotion this year,” Jack’s boss told him.

Jack forced a smile and finished the meeting with his boss. Then, he turned around and was shocked to see Melissa in his room. “What are you doing here? Were you listening to my conversation with my boss?” he asked her.

“No, dear,” Melissa replied softly. “I was waiting for you to end the call. I came here to tell you dinner’s ready.”

“I know why you were here!” Jack yelled and stormed past his mother-in-law. “Laura! Look, your mom is spying on me!”

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He went downstairs and told Laura what had happened. “Ask her to leave out right now, Laura! I won’t tolerate this,” he said.

“That’s not possible, Jack,” Laura replied calmly.

“Look, I need you to kick her out before Christmas,” he told her. “I won’t let her ruin my Xmas dinner. You need to send her back home on Christmas Eve.”

“But, Jack…”

“I don’t want to hear any excuses, Laura. I’ve given this plenty of time and thought,” he said and stomped out of the house.

“I immediately recognized him when I saw him on your laptop screen that day,” she added.

Laura knew she couldn’t argue with her husband anymore, so she tearfully asked her mother to go back on Christmas Eve. The next day, Jack was happy because his mother-in-law wasn’t around. He decorated the house and ordered Laura’s favorite food for dinner.

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While sitting at the dinner table with Laura, Jack suddenly heard a car park in their driveway. “Who’s that?” he asked Laura.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged.

Jack went to the door and was shocked to see Melissa sitting beside his boss, Matt, in the car he recognized as his boss’. “Hi, Jack!” Melissa waved as she got out of the vehicle. “Hi, Melissa,” he smiled awkwardly before looking at Matt with his eyes wide open.

“Please come in!” Laura said and welcomed her mother and Matt inside.

Once everyone sat at the dinner table, Jack asked Melissa what was happening. “How do you know Matt?” he asked curiously.

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“I have known this boy for decades, Jack!” Melissa chuckled. “I used to work as a secretary for his father when he was a kid. I even babysat him a couple of times when his father wasn’t around.”

Melissa also told Jack she saw Matt while he was talking to him on a video call. “I immediately recognized him when I saw him on your laptop screen that day,” she added.

“What? Really?” Jack gasped. He couldn’t believe what his mother-in-law had just told him.

“Yes, Jack,” Matt smiled. “I had no idea Melissa was your mother-in-law. Such a small world, no?”

“Yeah, this is very surprising,” Laura laughed.

“Do you know why we’re here, Jack?” Matt asked sternly.

“To have dinner with us, right?” Jack smiled.

“Or do you have another surprise for me?”

“I do have one!” Matt said.

It turns out, Melissa put a good word in for her son-in-law with his boss. She told him how hard-working and deserving he was. As a result, Matt decided to promote Jack. “You’ve earned it, Jack!” Matt smiled and shook Jack’s hand.

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“I can’t believe this!” Jack looked at his wife. “Did you know your mother talked to my boss?”

“Yes, Jack,” Melissa smiled. “Mom told me she would come for dinner tonight with Matt.”

Jack was over the moon after learning that Matt had promoted him. He thought this was the best Christmas present and thanked his boss and mother-in-law for making his dream come true.

Later that night, Jack apologized to Melissa for being rude and allowed her to stay in his house for as long as she wanted. “You’re the best mother-in-law I could have asked for!” he told her.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Never judge people based on your opinions. Jack thought Melissa didn’t like him, so he was rude and didn’t allow her to stay in his house. However, when he learned how kind his mother-in-law was, he instantly regretted judging her earlier.
  • Actions speak louder than words. Melissa never told Jack what she felt about him, but what she did for him was enough to prove that she loved him as her son.

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My Ex-wife Demands That I Give the Money I Saved for Our Late Son to Her Stepson – My Answer Shocked Her and Her New Husband

When my ex-wife demanded the money I saved for our late son be given to her stepson, I thought grief had dulled my hearing. But as I sat across from her and her smug husband, their audacity crystal clear, I realized this wasn’t just about money — it was about defending my son’s legacy.

I sat on Peter’s bed, and the room was too quiet now. His things were everywhere. Books, medals, a half-finished sketch he’d left on the desk. Peter loved to draw when he wasn’t busy reading or figuring out some complicated problem that made my head spin.

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A boy drawing | Source: Pexels

“You were too smart for me, kid,” I muttered, picking up a photo frame from his nightstand. He had that crooked grin, the one he’d flash whenever he thought he was outsmarting me. He usually was.

This picture was taken just before my smart boy got into Yale. I still couldn’t believe it sometimes. But he never got to go. The drunk driver made sure of that.

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A man mourning his loved one | Source: Pexels

I rubbed my temples and sighed. The grief hit me in waves, like it had since November. Some days, I could almost function. Other days, like today, it swallowed me whole.

The knock on the door brought me back. Susan. She’d left a voicemail earlier. “We need to talk about Peter’s fund,” she’d said. Her voice was sweet but always too practiced, too fake. I didn’t call back. But, now, here she was.

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A woman on her phone | Source: Pexels

I opened the door. She was dressed sharp as always, but her eyes were cold.

“Can I come in?” Susan asked, stepping past me before I could answer.

I sighed and motioned toward the living room. “Make it quick.”

She sat down, making herself at home. “Look,” she said, her tone was casual like this was no big deal. “We know Peter had a college fund.”

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A woman on her couch | Source: Pexels

I immediately knew where this was going. “You’re kidding, right?”

Susan leaned forward, smirking. “Think about it. The money’s just sitting there. Why not put it to good use? Ryan could really benefit.”

“That money was for Peter,” I snapped. My voice rose before I could stop it. “It’s not for your stepson.”

Susan gave an exaggerated sigh, shaking her head. “Don’t be like this. Ryan is family too.”

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An angry man | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Family? Peter barely knew him. You barely knew Peter.”

Her face reddened, but she didn’t deny it. “Let’s meet for coffee tomorrow and discuss it. You, Jerry, and me.”

That evening, the memory of that conversation lingered as I sat back down on Peter’s bed. I looked around his room again, my heart aching. How did we get here?

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A man sitting in his late son’s bedroom | Source: Midjourney

Peter had always been mine to raise. Susan left when he was 12. She didn’t want the “responsibility,” as she’d called it. “It’s better for Peter this way,” she’d said like she was doing us both a favor.

For years, it was just me and Peter. He was my world, and I was his. I’d wake up early to make his lunch, help him with homework after school, and sit in the stands cheering at his games. Susan didn’t bother. She’d send a card for his birthday, sometimes. No gifts, just a card with her name scrawled at the bottom.

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A birthday card | Source: Pexels

That’s what made the one summer with Susan and Jerry so hard. Peter wanted to bond with them, even if I didn’t trust it. But when he came back, he was different. Quieter. One night, I finally got him to talk.

“They don’t care about me, Dad,” he’d said softly. “Jerry said I’m not his responsibility, so I ate cereal for dinner every night.”

I clenched my fists but didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to make it worse. But I never sent him back.

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A sad boy | Source: Pexels

Peter didn’t mind, or at least he never showed it. He loved school, and he loved dreaming about the future. “One day, Dad,” he’d say, “we’re going to Belgium. We’ll see the museums, the castles. And don’t forget the beer monks!”

“Beer monks?” I’d laugh. “You’re a little young for that, aren’t you?”

“It’s research,” he’d reply with a grin. “Yale’s going to love me.”

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A happy teenage boy | Source: Pexels

And they did. I remember the day the acceptance letter came. He opened it at the kitchen table, his hands shaking, and then he yelled so loud I thought the neighbors might call the cops. I’d never been prouder. Now, it was all gone.

That night, I barely slept, preparing for the conversation with Susan.

The next morning, I walked into the coffee shop, spotting them immediately. Susan was scrolling through her phone, looking bored. Jerry sat across from her, stirring his coffee so loudly it grated on my nerves. They didn’t even notice me at first.

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A couple drinking coffee | Source: Freepik

I stood by their table. “Let’s get this over with.”

Susan looked up, her practiced smile snapping into place. “Oh, good. You’re here. Sit, sit.” She gestured like she was doing me a favor.

I slid into the chair across from them, saying nothing. I wanted them to speak first.

Jerry leaned back, his smug grin plastered across his face. “We appreciate you meeting us. We know this isn’t easy.”

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A man in a cafe | Source: Pexels

I raised an eyebrow. “No, it’s not.”

Susan jumped in, her tone syrupy sweet. “We just think… it’s the right thing to do, you know? Peter’s fund — it’s not being used. And Ryan, well, he’s got so much potential.”

Jerry nodded, folding his arms. “College is expensive, man. You of all people should understand that. Why let that money sit there when it could actually help someone?”

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A man talking to a serious woman | Source: Midjourney

“Someone?” I repeated, my voice low. “You mean your stepson?”

Susan sighed like I was being difficult. “Ryan is part of the family. Peter would have wanted to help.”

“Don’t you dare speak for Peter,” I snapped. “He barely knew Ryan. And let’s not pretend you cared about Peter either.”

Susan stiffened, her smile faltering. “That’s not fair.”

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A serious woman talking to a man in a cafe | Source: Midjourney

“No?” I leaned forward, keeping my voice steady. “Let’s talk about fair. Fair is raising a kid, showing up for them, being there when it counts. I did that for Peter. You didn’t. You sent him to me because you were too busy with your ‘new family.’ And now you think you’re entitled to his legacy?”

Jerry’s smugness cracked for a second. He recovered quickly. “Look, it’s not about entitlement. It’s about doing the right thing.”

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A smiling man in a cafe | Source: Freepik

“The right thing?” I laughed bitterly. “Like the summer Peter stayed with you? Remember that? Fourteen years old, and you wouldn’t even buy him dinner. You let him eat cereal while you and Susan had steak.”

Jerry’s face reddened, but he said nothing.

“That’s not true,” Susan said quickly, her voice shaky. “You’re twisting things.”

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An annoyed woman in a cafe | Source: Midjourney

“No, I’m not,” I said sharply. “Peter told me himself. He tried to connect with you two. He wanted to believe you cared. But you didn’t.”

Jerry slammed his coffee cup onto the table. “You’re being ridiculous. Do you know how hard it is to raise a kid these days?”

“I do,” I shot back. “I raised Peter without a dime from either of you. So don’t you dare lecture me.”

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An annoyed man talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney

The coffee shop had gone quiet. People were staring, but I didn’t care. I stood, glaring at both of them. “You don’t deserve a cent of that fund. It’s not yours. It never will be.”

Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked out.

Back home, I sat in Peter’s room again. The confrontation replayed in my mind, but it didn’t make the ache in my chest any lighter.

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A man in his son’s room | Source: Midjourney

I picked up his photo from the desk — the one of us on his birthday. “They don’t get it, buddy,” I said softly. “They never did.”

I looked around the room, taking in the books, the drawings, the little pieces of him that still felt so alive here. My eyes landed on the map of Europe tacked to his wall. Belgium was circled in bright red marker.

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A map of Europe | Source: Freepik

“We were supposed to go,” I whispered. “You and me. The museums, the castles, the beer monks.” I chuckled softly, my voice breaking. “You really had it all planned out.”

The ache in my chest deepened, but then something shifted. A new thought, a new resolve.

I opened my laptop and logged into the 529 Plan account. As I stared at the balance, I knew what to do. That money wasn’t for Ryan. It wasn’t for anyone else. It was for Peter. For us.

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A man on his laptop | Source: Freepik

“I’m doing it,” I said aloud. “Belgium. Just like we said.”

A week later, I was on a plane, Peter’s photo tucked safely in my jacket pocket. The seat beside me was empty, but it didn’t feel that way. I gripped the armrest as the plane lifted off, my heart pounding.

“Hope you’re here with me, kid,” I whispered, glancing at his picture.

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A man on a plane | Source: Freepik

The trip was everything we’d dreamed of. I walked through grand museums, stood in awe at towering castles, and even visited a brewery run by monks. I imagined Peter’s excitement, crooked grin, and endless questions at every stop.

On the last night, I sat by the canal, the city lights reflecting on the water. I pulled out Peter’s photo and held it up to the view.

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A man sitting by the canal | Source: Pexels

“This is for you,” I said quietly. “We made it.”

For the first time in months, the ache in my chest felt lighter. Peter was gone, but he was with me. And this — this was our dream. I wouldn’t let anyone take it away.

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A man sitting by a canal | Source: Midjourney

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