My entitled neighbor expected free babysitting for months, but the one time I needed her? Radio silence. That’s when I realized kindness has limits. So, I got a little too creative and drew the line with a twist she never saw coming.
Motherhood is a beautiful journey, filled with ups and downs, laughter and tears. But what happens when someone sees your maternal instincts as an opportunity to exploit? When they assume that just because you’re a stay-at-home mom, you’re available 24/7 to be their personal, unpaid nanny? Hi there, I’m Annie, and boy, do I have a story for you…
Picture this: a quaint suburban neighborhood where tranquility reigns supreme. You know the kind? Pristine lawns, friendly waves from passing cars, and block parties that wrap up by 9 p.m. sharp.
That was my slice of paradise, quiet and drama-free. Until Hurricane Megan blew in next door.
From day one, Megan strutted around like she owned the place. Head held high, designer purse swinging, she was the walking definition of “extra.”
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve got nothing but respect for single moms. It’s a tough gig. But Megan? She wore her single mom status like a badge that entitled her to everyone’s time and energy. Especially mine.
Apparently, I was Megan’s personal target for FREE childcare.
“Hi there! I’m Megan,” she chirped, flashing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And this is my daughter, Lily.”
I bounced my son Tommy perched on my shoulder. “Nice to meet you! I’m Annie, and this little guy is Tommy.”
Megan’s eyes lit up. “Oh, you’re home during the day? That’s fantastic! I’ve been looking for someone reliable to watch Lily. My work schedule is just crazy, you know!”
I felt a twinge of unease but pushed it aside. “Well, I’m usually pretty busy with Tommy, but if you need help in an emergency, I can try.”
Megan’s smile widened. “That’s so sweet of you! I’m sure we’ll be great friends.”
As she left little Lily with me and walked away, I turned to Tommy. “Well, buddy, looks like we’ve got new neighbors. What do you think?”
Tommy gurgled and reached for my hair. If only I’d known what I was getting myself into.
Weeks rolled by and I was at my wit’s end. Megan’s “emergencies” had become a near-daily occurrence.
Despite my growing unease, I brushed it off. We moms gotta stick together, right? But one favor turned into two, then ten, and then I lost count.
The doorbell rang, and I groaned. “Tommy, want to bet who that is?”
I opened the door to find Megan, perfectly coiffed, with Lily in tow. “Annie, you’re a lifesaver! I’ve got this important meeting. You can watch Lily, right?”
I hesitated. “Megan, I’ve got a lot on my plate today and I can’t—”
“It’ll just be a few hours,” she interrupted, already ushering Lily inside. “You’re the best!”
Before I could protest, she was gone, leaving me with two kids and a growing sense of frustration.
Lily looked up at me with big eyes, holding a drawing of red and pink hearts. “Can we play dress-up, Annie?”
I sighed, forcing a smile. “Sure, sweetie. Let’s go find some costumes.”
As I watched the kids play, I couldn’t help but wonder how long I could keep this up.
Picture this: You’re knee-deep in diapers and alphabet songs, cherishing every moment with your little one. Then your neighbor knocks on the door again, flashing a smile and making the same monotonous request.
“Oh, Annie, would you be a sweetheart and babysit Lily for a few hours? I’m sure you wouldn’t mind watching her while I get my nails done.”
Spa days, shopping sprees, hair appointments… you name it, I was babysitting through it all. FOR FREE.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love kids. But there’s a fine line between being neighborly and being a doormat. And folks, I was starting to feel like I had “Welcome” printed on my forehead.
The last straw came on a Tuesday. I was in the middle of a virtual doctor’s appointment when Megan burst in, Lily trailing behind her.
“Annie, emergency! I’ve got to run to the salon. Watch Lily, okay?”
I gaped at her, my doctor’s voice still coming through my earbuds. “Megan, I’m in the middle of—”
“Thanks, you’re a doll!” And just like that, she was gone.
I turned back to my screen, where my doctor looked confused. “Everything okay, Annie?”
I laughed humorlessly. “Just peachy. Now, where were we?”
That night, I vented to my husband, Dan. “I can’t believe her! She just assumes I’m always available.”
Dan frowned. “Honey, you need to set some boundaries. This isn’t fair to you or Tommy.”
“You’re right. Next time she asks, I’m putting my foot down.”
Little did I know, my chance would come sooner than expected.
The following week, Dan and I had a doctor’s appointment. I figured it was the perfect opportunity to ask Megan for a favor.
I knocked on her door, my hopes soaring. Megan answered, looking annoyed at the interruption.
“Hey, Megan. I hate to ask, but Dan and I have a doctor’s appointment. Could you watch Tommy for an hour? I’d really appreciate it.”
Megan’s face twisted. “Oh, Annie. I’m really not comfortable watching other people’s kids. It’s just… stressful, you know? And I need my ‘me time.’ You understand, right?”
I stood there, STUNNED. After everything I’d done for her, she couldn’t spare ONE HOUR?
“Sure! I understand completely.”
As I walked away, something inside me snapped. It was time for a little creative problem-solving.
My opportunity came a few days later when Megan knocked on my door, Lily in tow.
“Annie, I’ve got a hair appointment. You can watch Lily, right?”
I smiled sweetly. “Actually, Megan, I’m glad you’re here. I’ve been meaning to tell you about my new babysitting business.”
Her eyes lit up. “Babysitting business?”
“Yep! I figured since I’m home anyway, why not make some extra money? And since we’re neighbors, I’d be happy to give you a discounted rate.”
Megan leaned in, intrigued. “That’s amazing! How much?”
Single Mom of 3 Adopts Twins Abandoned in Park, Their Birth Mother Shows up on Their 18TH Bday – Story of the Day
Twins Alan and Patrick were adopted by a single mother of three as babies. But on their 18th birthday, their birth mother showed up at the party and shocked everyone.
The party was in full swing as Alan interrupted the guests.
“Excuse me, everyone,” he raised his glass, then turned to Alice. “Mom, can you please join Patrick and me?”
Alice smiled shyly as she stood beside her boys.
“Thank you for coming, everyone,” Alan continued. “Some of y’all might not know, but Patrick and I would’ve been struggling if Mom hadn’t come into our lives. So we wanted to take this moment to thank you, Mom,” he added…
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Tears sprang into Alice’s eyes as Patrick wrapped an arm around her.
“Alan’s right,” Patrick added. “18 years ago, Mom found us in that park across from this house. Abandoned and alone. We’re just so thankful she took us in. We love you, Mom! So much! And no matter how much we thank you, we can’t return the love and care you gave us.”
Alice and her boys wrapped each other in a hug as the crowd applauded. But suddenly, a hush fell over the gathering.
Alan and Patrick turned around and saw a pale, petite woman in ragged clothing in their backyard.
“Uh, can we help you?” Alan asked her.
“Are you Alan, and that’s…your brother, Patrick?” she asked tremblingly.
“Yes,” Patrick replied. “Who are you?”
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“I’m—I’m your birth mother, Amanda…” she revealed shakily, and a huge gasp rang out in the gathering.
The party ended abruptly as Alan, Patrick, Amanda, and Alice went inside the house.
“Why are you here after all these years?” Alan asked as Amanda settled on the living room couch.
“18 years ago, I saw your father for the last time and did something I shouldn’t have. All these years, I…I was in the prison,” Amanda replied as the past flashed before her eyes.
18 years ago…
Amanda, 24, straightened her uniform as she joined the restaurant staff to welcome her boss, Adam, and his parents. Suddenly, a limo pulled outside the diner.
“Congratulations, and welcome back, boss!” Confetti rained on Adam and his parents, and applause sounded in the eatery.
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The staff wished Adam the best for expanding the business in Europe and returned to work, but Amanda’s gaze was fixed on him. She quietly followed him as she saw him head to his office after talking with the manager.
“Oh my god, finally!” She locked the office door and threw herself into his arms.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this! Our children look exactly like you,” she added, pulling away. “Twin boys. I was tired of making up stories about having another fiancé, Adam! And the pregnancy was so hard…but now that you’re here…Finally, we can be together!”
“Stop it, Amanda,” he looked away from her. “We’re not going to be together.”
“Shut up! Not the time for pranks!” she smiled foolishly and pulled him in a hug. But he pulled away.
“Oh god, stop it!” he hissed. “And lower your voice. Amanda, I’m really sorry, but I met someone while I was in Europe, and we’re getting married in two weeks!”
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Amanda was shocked. She thought he was still joking, but Adam was serious. He told her he would pay her $70,000, an unofficial alimony monthly until the twins were 18, and even fund their college education. All he wanted from her was her silence about the twins.
“I’m telling your fiancée everything!” Amanda blackmailed him. “She needs to know the kind of man you are, Adam!”
But Amanda was too naive at the time. Unbothered by her words, Adam threatened to put her on the blacklist and destroy her career. “And nobody will hire you as a chef after that, Amanda,” he sighed. “So a peaceful break up is a good way out for both of us.”
Amanda was shattered. Too stunned to react, she just went home, and when she looked at her twin babies, she couldn’t stop herself from crying. Her friend, Sarah, who babysat her kids, was horrified when Amanda began sobbing like a child on the living room floor.
“He left me! For a girl he met 10 months ago!” she cried as Sarah hugged her.
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“He’s not the right man for you, Amanda,” Sarah advised her. “And it’s only fair he’s compensating you. Take the deal. It will secure your children’s future.”
But Amanda was boiling in rage. “No way I’m backing off!” she barked, wiping her tears. “Adam won’t get married or live peacefully…Not while I’m alive!”
The next day at the restaurant, Amanda’s eyes followed Adam and his fiancée, Catherine. She wanted to scream and tell everyone what a horrible man Adam was as she saw him playing the gentleman card. But she composed herself because she had a plan.
“What would you like to have, ma’am?” she asked as she approached Catherine’s table. “Hi, I’m the head chef, Amanda. I’ll be assisting you today.”
“Oh god, please call me Catherine,” Catherine jumped to her feet. “I know I was here for breakfast, but let’s do that later. Can you show me around the restaurant? Your boss has been putting it off for too long!”
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Amanda grinned wickedly. “Oh! That would be a pleasure!” she said.
Amanda was so nice to Catherine while they toured the restaurant that the two struck a friendship. Catherine insisted on having breakfast with her, which gave Amanda the chance she was waiting for.
“I wanted to ask you something as a friend, Amanda…” Catherine paused eating and looked at her. “Has Adam ever dated anyone on the staff? It’s not like he would hide something from me, but…I was, you know, just curious.”
Amanda’s happiness knew no bounds, but she maintained her serious expression. “Oh well, Mr. Quinn had a bit of a reputation with women, but come on, Catherine, he’s such a gentleman, and he’s turned over a new leaf now that he’s met the love of his life,” she said, smiling. “You probably have nothing to worry about.”
But Catherine had fallen into deep thought, doubting whether she knew Adam. Amanda noticed that, and she was elated. She eventually excused herself and left the restaurant after some time, ready to put the second part of her plan into action.
“Hey, um, can I get some sleeping pills?” she asked the pharmacist at the medical store across the street.
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That evening, Adam and his friends gathered at the restaurant for his bachelor party. Most of the staff had gone home except a few male members serving Adam and his friends. Amanda stayed behind, citing she was finalizing new dishes for the menu.
When she noticed Adam and his group were quite drunk and some of his friends were leaving, she approached their table. She sneaked sleeping pills into Adam’s glass, pretending to clean the dirty dishes.
“Oh, let me give you a hand,” she smiled at the server as she poured them drinks.
Amanda watched Adam from the kitchen door that evening until he downed the last alcohol. She panicked when she noticed he was in a deep sleep, and two of his friends decided to carry him home.
“You can’t do that!” she blurted, hurriedly approaching them. “I—I mean, you can’t take him home because Mr. Quinn’s fiancée is at his home, celebrating her bachelorette with her friends. How about you help me carry him to his office couch? He sleeps there when he’s working late.”
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The two guys exchanged glances, and her heart raced, wondering if they had bought her story.
“Sure!” they said seconds later, and she sighed in relief.
Once Adam was alone at the restaurant, Amanda called a stripper there. “10 times what they quoted on your website,” she offered the woman. “Make it look like you seduced him and went above and beyond your ‘job description.’”
“Are you crazy?” the woman retorted. “I don’t sleep with guys for whatever money you offer me. Keep that money; I’m outta here!”
“No, wait!” Amanda stopped her. “All you need to do is make it look like you slept with him, do you understand? Um, his fiancée should get to see you two together. Can you do that?”
“You should’ve said that before!” the stripper rolled her eyes and agreed.
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Two hours later, it was 7 a.m. Amanda called Catherine and invited her for breakfast at the restaurant as planned. But Catherine was not prepared for the shock.
“WHAT THE HELL, ADAM?!” she screamed as she marched into Adam’s office, and Amanda stood behind her, grinning that her plan was successful.
The stripper pulled herself off Adam and began dressing. Adam sat frozen on the couch.
“How could you do this when we’re getting married in a few days, Adam?!” Catherine yelled. “Disgusting!”
“I didn’t do anything, babe!” he rose to his feet, shaking his head. “I—I don’t remember anything because I was quite drunk last night, but—”
“Don’t lie to your future wife,” the stripper smirked. “You called me for a private performance, then we had wine, you told me how beautiful I looked…and well, the rest is history!”
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“Don’t lie!” he yelled. “I couldn’t have—Wait if I called you here, I would’ve paid you, right? Show me the transaction!”
“You gave me cash,” she shrugged and opened her purse.
“Lies!” Adam fumed. “Another bunch of lies, babe! I only make payments with my credit card.”
Then he looked beyond Catherine’s shoulder and saw Amanda.
“Actually, you know what, babe,” he said as the stripper left. “Let’s check the cameras, and we’ll know what happened!”
Amanda’s plan backfired once Adam and Catherine checked the CCTV as they saw Amanda was the one who led the stripper to Adam’s office. Catherine demanded Amanda be put on a blacklist, but Adam only fired her and told her to go away from his and Catherine’s lives.
“I won’t!” she growled then. “You won’t live in peace, Adam!”
When Adam and Catherine’s wedding day arrived, Amanda decided to crash their wedding.
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“Stop it, Amanda!” Sarah scolded her. She had moved in with Amanda because Amanda had been on a bender, too lost to care for the twins.
“I didn’t ask for your opinion!” she snapped as she chugged the wine. “That man can’t leave me like this and move on with a happily ever after!”
“Snap to your senses, Amanda!” Sarah told her. “You’ve got two sons, and you should be bothered about them! It’s not the end of the world! You can find a better guy!”
But Amanda didn’t listen to anyone but herself. She forced Sarah to leave her alone, and then Amanda drove to the park where Adam and Catherine’s wedding venue was arranged.
Amanda swallowed the angry tears rising to her eyes as she spotted a woman sitting across from the venue on a bench. Her three children were playing around her.
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Amanda left her twins with the woman for 10 minutes and burst into the venue, yelling, “THE GROOM IS THE FATHER OF MY TWINS!”
Amanda smirked as the guests gasped in horror and stared at Adam. She had no idea Adam had confessed the truth to Catherine.
“Stop embarrassing yourself, Amanda,” he advised her, and Amanda’s rage knew no bounds. Fury gripped her, and she began ruining the entire venue—plucking the decorations, toppling the tables, and kicking the chairs—until the patrol policeman ran up to her.
He began escorting her out. But there was a moment of negligence, and she got her hands on the gun in the cop’s holster.
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She shot Adam but missed the aim.
“What the hell!” he cried, clutching his injured arm.
Amanda froze. The gun slipped from her grasp. The next moment, the cop pushed her to the ground, and she passed out.
Present-day…
“And that’s how I ruined life for all of us,” Amanda finished. “I’m sorry. I hope you forgive me someday.”
“And I was the woman she had asked to watch you both,” Alice added.
There was a moment of silence, and then Patrick looked at Amanda. “Maybe someday we’ll forgive you. But in the meantime, we’ll help you restart your life. We’ve all suffered enough, and that includes you.”
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