Our Dad Asked the Whole Family to Buy Mom Kitchen Utensils for Christmas as She’s a ‘Horrible Cook’ — We Decided to Outplay Him

When my brother and I overheard Dad calling Mom “lazy” and mocking her cooking, we knew we couldn’t let it slide. What started as a Christmas gift list turned into a clever plot to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.

I never thought I’d say this, but my family’s Christmas this year felt straight out of a sitcom, except, you know, the kind that makes you grind your teeth first.

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A smiling young girl sitting in her room | Source: Midjourney

My name’s Stella, I’m fourteen, and my life’s a mix of biology homework, arguing with my sixteen-year-old brother Seth, and trying to keep my sneakers white in a house that’s spotless only because Mom makes sure of it.

My mom is the glue holding us together. She works full-time, does all the laundry and house-cleaning, and still finds the energy to help Seth with his physics projects that, let’s face it, are basically black holes with glitter glue.

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A tired-looking woman sits down to rest after doing the house chores | Source: Midjourney

Dad, on the other hand, considers himself the “man of the house,” which is just a fancy title for doing nothing and watching old action movies. I’m not saying I don’t love him—I do—but he’s a “feet-up, channel-surfing, and passing-commentary-on-everything” kind of guy.

But then Christmas happened, and now Seth and I can’t forget what we heard.

It was two weeks before Christmas, and Seth and I were sneaking through the hallway looking for Mom’s stash of wrapped presents.

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Beautifully wrapped Christmas gifts with festive ribbons | Source: Pexels

Instead, we caught Dad on the phone with his brother, Uncle Nick. His voice was loud enough to carry through the closed door.

“What to get, Lily?” Dad said, laughing like he was sharing a joke. “Bro, only kitchen stuff. Mixers, blenders, utensils—you know, stuff that’ll make her actually useful in the kitchen. She’s soooo lazy in there.”

I felt my stomach twist. Lazy? Was he kidding? Mom barely sits down. Seth shot me a glance, his jaw clenched. He whispered, “Dad can’t be serious.”

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A teenage boy looks surprised and upset | Source: Midjourney

But Dad wasn’t done. “I’m just saying, if she had better gadgets, maybe she wouldn’t be such a horrible cook. It’s not like she’s great at it anyway.”

It felt like the world had tilted sideways. Seth and I weren’t the type to agree on much, but in that moment, we didn’t need words. We had a plan before we even left the hallway.

On Christmas morning, the living room smelled like pine and cookies. Mom had been up since dawn baking, her hair tied in that messy bun she swore was “practical” but always looked perfect.

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A closeup shot of a woman decorating a home-backed cupcake with cream | Source: Pexels

She kept refilling the coffee pot and handing out mugs while Dad lounged by the fire, sipping his hot chocolate like he hadn’t just insulted her existence two weeks ago.

The whole family of 12—grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles—sat in a circle by the tree. Seth and I perched on the couch, biting our lips to keep from grinning too early. One by one, the gifts were unwrapped. The usual stuff: socks, gift cards, and ugly sweaters that no one wanted but everyone pretended to love.

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A closeup shot of a woman holding Christmas socks lying a red gift box | Source: Pexels

Then it was Dad’s turn.

Aunt Patricia handed him the first box. “This one’s from me, Tanner,” she said with a sweet smile.

Dad tore off the paper and blinked. “Oh. A fishing rod. Nice.”

“It’s not just nice—it’s top of the line,” Aunt Patricia said, grinning widely “Thought you’d love it.”

Dad chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah… I do. Thanks.”

But then Seth passed him another box. “Here, Dad. From me.”

Another fishing rod. Dad frowned but forced a smile. “Uh… thanks, son. Really thoughtful.”

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A man forcing a smile | Source: Midjourney

I handed him mine next. “Merry Christmas, Dad!” I chirped, sounding as innocent as possible.

He unwrapped it slowly, probably hoping for a wallet or something practical.

His face fell. “Another one?” He laughed nervously. “Wow. Three is a charm, huh?”

Uncle Nick was next, followed by Aunt Claire and even Grandpa. Each gift was the same: a fishing rod. By the time the fifth one was opened, Dad’s smile had turned into a twitching scowl.

“Wait a minute,” he said, his voice rising. “What the hell is this? Fishing rods? Who needs this many fishing rods?”

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A closeup shots of fishing rods lying in a living room | Source: Midjourney

Meanwhile, Mom’s laughter echoed through the living room as she unwrapped the beautifully wrapped designer purse. Seth and I watched as her face lit up, glowing as brightly as the Christmas lights strung around the room.

“Oh my gosh, this purse is beautiful! How did you all know I wanted it?” she asked, running her fingers over the smooth leather.

Uncle Nick grinned from his spot near the fireplace. “We had help. The kids sent us a wishlist.”

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A man grins while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

Mom’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked like she might cry. “You two did this?” she whispered, glancing between me and Seth.

We nodded in unison, trying to keep our cool. Seth shrugged, but his grin gave him away. “You deserve it, Mom.”

Her voice broke a little. “Thank you. Both of you. This is the best Christmas I’ve had in years.”

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A woman gets happy and emotional while being surrounded by Christmas presents | Source: Midjourney

I won’t lie, hearing her say that made every second of planning worth it.

Rewind to two weeks ago. Seth and I were furious after overhearing Dad call Mom “lazy” and a “horrible cook.” It was like a switch flipped inside us. That night, we stayed up in Seth’s room, sketching out what we called “Operation Outplay.”

“Okay,” I said, pacing his cluttered room. “First, we need to stop this kitchen gadget nonsense. Mom doesn’t even like cooking; she does it because she has to.”

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A thoughtful young girl | Source: Midjourney

Seth leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “And then we make Dad eat his words. Literally, if we can.”

I smirked. “Let’s start with an email.”

Together, we drafted a message to every family member who had planned to join us for Christmas. The email was simple but clear:

“Hi, this is Stella and Seth. We need your help to make this Christmas special for Mom. Dad asked you to get her kitchen stuff, but we think she deserves better. Here’s a wishlist of gifts she’ll actually love and cherish…”

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A young girl smiles while using her laptop | Source: Midjourney

We listed things Mom had quietly admired but never bought for herself: that designer bag she had been longing to buy for as long as we could remember, a spa day gift card, her favorite skincare products, a personalized necklace with our names engraved, and the cozy reading chair she’d been eyeing for her tiny library.

We added one final touch. “Instead of getting Dad what he asked for, please buy him fishing rods. As many as possible. Trust us—it’s part of the plan.”

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A young girl smiling triumphantly | Source: Midjourney

The responses rolled in almost immediately. Aunt Patricia wrote back, “Count me in! Lily works so hard, and I’m happy to help.” Grandpa added, “Fishing rod it is. This will be fun!” By the end of the week, every family member was on board.

***

Fast forward to Christmas morning. After Dad’s meltdown over the mountain of fishing rods, Mom’s gifts kept coming. The personalized necklace brought tears to her eyes. “It’s beautiful,” she said, clutching it to her chest. “Thank you, everyone.”

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A heart-shaped necklace with the initials “SS” engraved on it | Source: Midjourney

Seth handed her the next box, a spa day gift card. “You need a break, Mom. Go get pampered for once.”

She laughed through her tears. “You two are amazing.”

Meanwhile, Dad was fuming in his armchair, surrounded by his growing pile of fishing rods. His face was a blend of confusion and annoyance. “Will someone please tell me what this nonsense is? Fishing rods? Like, seriously? I don’t even fish!”

Uncle Nick leaned forward, grinning. “We thought you’d want to start, dear brother. You know, since Lily puts so much effort into cooking for you.”

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A mean grinning widely | Source: Midjourney

That was the spark that lit the fire.

“This is ridiculous!” Dad snapped, his voice rising. “Where’s all the stuff I told you to get for Lily? The kitchen gadgets? She needs those!”

Mom froze, her smile fading. “You told everyone to get me kitchen stuff?” she asked, her tone sharp.

Seth crossed his arms. “Yeah, Dad said you were ‘lazy in the kitchen’ and needed gadgets to cook faster. We figured you deserved better.”

Dad’s face turned a deep shade of red. “You two—! That’s not what I meant!”

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An angry man | Source: Midjourney

“Oh really, Dad?” Seth shot back. “Because it sure sounded like that when you were whining to Uncle Nick about how Mom’s ‘too tired to cook for you.’”

The room went silent. All eyes were on Dad.

Mom’s voice trembled, but it wasn’t from sadness, it was anger. “So, all this time, you’ve been complaining about me behind my back? And the kids had to step in because you couldn’t appreciate me? You’re impossible, Tanner!”

Dad stammered, “I—I was joking!”

“That’s funny,” Mom said, crossing her arms. “Because I’m not laughing.”

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An upset woman standing with her arms crossed | Source: Midjourney

Seth leaned toward me and whispered, “Mom’s about to go nuclear.”

“Good,” I whispered back.

Mom stood, grabbed one of the fishing rods, and placed it firmly in Dad’s lap. “Here. You’ll have plenty of time to ‘joke’ while you’re learning to fish with your new toys.”

Dad opened his mouth to argue but thought better of it. He slumped back in his chair, defeated.

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A man sitting back in his chair looking defeated | Source: Midjourney

The rest of the day was perfect. Mom basked in the love and attention from everyone, while Dad sulked in the corner. That evening, as the chaos died down, Mom pulled Seth and me into a tight hug.

“You two have no idea how much this means to me,” she said softly. “I don’t need fancy things, but knowing you see how hard I work—it’s everything.”

“Of course we see it, Mom,” I said. “We just wanted you to know that we appreciate you. For everything that you’ve done for us.”

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A young girl smiling softly | Source: Midjourney

Seth added, “And we wanted Dad to realize it too. He’ll think twice before calling you lazy again.”

Mom laughed, wiping her eyes. “Gosh! I love you both so much! You are the best. And your plan? Genius. I’m so proud of you, Seth and Stella.”

And the fishing rods? Let’s just say they weren’t gifts; they were a lesson. One Dad wouldn’t forget anytime soon. For starters, he never dared call Mom “lazy” again. Safe to say, our plan worked better than we could’ve hoped, don’t you think?

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A teenage boy and girl smile triumphantly | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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.

My Therapy Client Is Angry His Wife Won’t Let Him Take Care of Their Son and I Was Shocked When I Found out Why — Story of the Day

As a psychologist, Kate often navigates the turbulent waters of troubled relationships. But when Colin’s case takes an unexpected twist, Kate finds herself breaking protocol and stepping into uncharted territory. What secrets lie behind Colin’s fractured family, and can Kate uncover the truth?

I was waiting for a new client, feeling a familiar curiosity and readiness. The man had mentioned over the phone that he was having some problems with his wife. As a psychologist, this was something I often encountered, so it was nothing unusual.

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I glanced around my office, making sure everything was in place. The door opened, and I saw Colin, my new client. He was tall and looked a bit nervous.

“May I?” Colin asked, standing hesitantly at the door.

“Yes, of course, come in,” I said with a reassuring smile.

Colin walked in slowly, glancing around before settling on the couch opposite me. He looked nervous, his hands fidgeting in his lap.

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“So, what brings you here?” I asked, hoping to put him at ease.

“I already mentioned that I have problems with my wife,” he replied in a cold, defensive tone.

I could tell this would be a tough session. “I know, but why don’t you tell me more about it?”

Colin sighed, looking away. “She won’t let me take care of our son. She insists he’s only hers.”

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“And how does that make you feel?” I asked, watching his reaction closely.

“It hurts. He’s my son too,” Colin said, his voice tight with emotion.

I knew that hurt often masked deeper feelings, like anger. “Does it make you angry that you can’t spend time with your son?”

“No, I said it hurts,” he snapped, his frustration evident.

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Working with men often meant navigating their reluctance to admit feelings. “Have you tried talking to her about it?”

“Yes, but she ignores me. She says she regrets marrying me,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“Why do you think she says that?” I asked, trying to understand the root of their issues.

“I don’t know. She keeps saying that our son is only hers and she will never have more children with me. We just had a baby. It should have brought us closer,” Colin said, his voice filled with confusion and pain.

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“Oh, so you have a newborn?” I asked, understanding more about their situation.

“Yes, he’s just a month old,” Colin replied, a hint of pride in his voice.

“I see. Some women have a hard time after childbirth and fall into a depressive phase. Could it be related?” I suggested, trying to explore all possibilities.

“No, she’s fine. She takes good care of our son,” he said, shaking his head.

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“And what did you mean when you said your wife doesn’t want more children with you?” I asked, sensing a deeper issue.

“She says it’s because I’m a bad father. But she doesn’t even give me a chance to be one,” Colin said, his frustration clear.

His wife’s behavior was strange. Usually, postpartum depression causes a woman to withdraw from everyone, including the child. “I understand your feelings. Can you recall any events that led to this period in your relationship?”

“Not really. Everything was fine. Though, she has this friend, Toby. They spend a lot of time together, and at some point, I even started doubting if the child is mine,” he admitted, his voice filled with insecurity.

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“Are you against their communication?” I asked, trying to gauge his feelings.

“Of course, who would like their wife spending time with another man?” he said, his anger bubbling to the surface.

“Nowadays, friendships between men and women are quite common, and if there’s no hint of betrayal, I don’t think it’s worth stressing over,” I said, hoping to calm him.

“So, you think she’s cheating on me too?” he asked, his eyes narrowing.

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“That’s not what I meant at all,” I clarified, trying to steer the conversation back to his feelings.

“I don’t know, it all seems like cheating to me,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.

“Just because they communicate doesn’t mean she’s cheating,” I reiterated, but Colin seemed to ignore my words, twisting everything to fit his narrative. People often do that, living in illusions rather than facing the truth. However, I couldn’t understand what truth Colin was justifying.

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I glanced at the clock above the couch and realized our session was coming to an end. “Colin, I’m afraid we need to wrap up,” I said gently.

“But I haven’t covered everything. I thought one session would be enough,” Colin said, his frustration evident.

“Many think that, but it’s rarely true. Shall I book you for another session?” I offered, knowing he needed more time.

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“Yes, please,” he agreed, a bit of hope in his eyes.

We scheduled our next meeting for the following week, and I saw Colin out of my office. “Take care,” I said as he left. Colin just waved goodbye, his mind clearly elsewhere.

I returned to my office and sighed heavily. Some clients drained all my energy, but I loved my job, and it was part of it. So, I sat back in my chair and prepared for the next client, ready to help them navigate their own struggles.

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A week later, Colin was due to see me again. All week, his case had lingered in my mind. I had a nagging feeling that he wasn’t telling me everything.

“Come in,” I called out when Colin knocked on my door. He entered the office, moving slowly. He sat on the couch, avoiding eye contact.

“So, how have you been?” I asked, trying to gauge his mood.

“Same as before,” he replied, sighing. “She hardly talks to me. But she was very kind when Toby, that friend I mentioned, came over.”

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“Yes, I remember. How do you feel about that?” I asked, watching his face.

“I want to punch him,” Colin said, clenching his fists.

Anger can be useful if managed well, but I wasn’t sure Colin could handle it. “What does your wife say about it?” I asked, trying to understand more.

She says they’re just friends. But who calls just a friend to be at the birth?” he said, his voice rising

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This was interesting. “Can you tell me more about that?” I asked, leaning forward.

“My wife went into labor, but I couldn’t take her to the hospital because my mother had an accident, and I was going to pick her up from the hospital. It was nothing serious, but she was shaken. So I told my wife to call my sister, who lives 20-25 minutes away, to take her to the hospital.”

“Sorry to interrupt, but didn’t your wife also need to go to the hospital? Why didn’t you take her and then go together to your mother?” I asked, puzzled.

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“Because my mother lives in a neighboring town, and the hospital was there too,” Colin explained, a bit irritated.

“I see. Please continue,” I urged him gently.

“Instead of calling my sister, she called Toby because he supposedly lives closer,” Colin continued, his jaw tightening.

“And that’s why he was at the birth?” I asked, trying to piece it together.

“Yes,” Colin confirmed, his eyes flashing with anger.

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“How did you find out about it?” I asked.

“My sister also came to the hospital and recorded a video for me. I saw my wife holding Toby’s hand during contractions. When I brought my mother home, I asked my sister to FaceTime me. I saw Toby comforting my wife, doing everything a husband should do,” Colin said, his voice trembling.

“Why didn’t you go to the birth after taking your mother home?” I asked, sensing there was more to the story.

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“My mother said she felt unwell and asked me to stay,” Colin admitted, looking down.

So the mother comes first. That’s always a problem, I thought. When men put their mothers first, the marriage won’t last long. “And you decided to stay with her?” I asked, my tone neutral.

“Yes, and when I came the next day and visited my wife, she wouldn’t even let me hold our son. She said I didn’t deserve it,” Colin said, his voice cracking.

“How did you react?” I asked, giving him space to express his feelings.

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“I called her a cheater for having another man at our son’s birth,” Colin said, tears forming in his eyes.

“Do you think that was a good idea?” I asked softly.

“I don’t know, but it’s the truth. And she humiliated me in front of our relatives by saying I didn’t deserve to hold our son because I didn’t take her to the hospital. I’ve apologized a thousand times, but she still won’t let me near our son,” Colin said, his voice filled with despair.

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I nodded, letting Colin vent his frustrations. “I did everything for her, and she does this to me. She could have just called my sister, not Toby. Do you understand why I think she’s cheating on me? And I think that’s why she won’t let me take care of our son, because he’s not really mine,” Colin finished, his shoulders slumping.

I sat back, thinking about what Colin had shared. His pain was real, but his perception might be clouded by his anger and jealousy.

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I still felt he wasn’t telling me everything. We discussed the situation again, but I still couldn’t understand why his wife called another man to the birth. Maybe it was some form of revenge for Colin not coming.

After our session ended, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. For the first time in my career, I decided to break protocol. I left work, got in my car, and twenty minutes later, I stood in front of Colin’s house.

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I felt nervous and unsure, knowing this was unprofessional. But I also knew I had to talk to his wife to get a better understanding.

I knocked on the door, and after a moment, a tired woman with a baby in her arms opened it. She looked at me, puzzled.

“Excuse me, are you Colin’s wife?” I asked gently.

“Yes, I’m Emily,” she replied, her brow furrowing.

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“Nice to meet you. My name is Kate. I’m Colin’s psychologist, and I’d like to talk to you if you don’t mind,” I said, trying to put her at ease.

“Alright,” Emily replied, still looking confused. She led me to the living room, and we sat on the couch. The room was cozy, cluttered with baby items.

“I don’t want to beat around the bush, so I’ll get straight to the point. Colin mentioned that you won’t let him take care of your son,” I said, watching her reaction.

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“Well, I have my reasons. I don’t trust him, and I can’t trust him with my son,” Emily replied firmly.

“Is it because he didn’t come to the birth?” I asked, wanting to understand her perspective.

“Yes, even though I told him how important it was for me. Instead, he wanted his sister, who hates me and always belittles me, to be there. I didn’t want her there in such a vulnerable moment, but she came anyway,” Emily said, her voice shaking with emotion.

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This information changed everything. “I understand you, but maybe you could forgive him? I can suggest a family therapy session. After all, he wasn’t just sitting at home; he was helping his mother, who had an accident.”

Emily looked at me sharply. “Is that what he told you? He was helping his ex-girlfriend move because she was relocating.”

Oh my God, what a nightmare, I thought. This was why I decided to talk to Emily; I knew Colin wasn’t telling me everything. “Colin also complained that your friend was there,” I said, trying to remain neutral.

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“Toby, yes. We’ve been friends since third grade, and there’s never been anything romantic between us, but I trust him. That’s why I asked him to take me. Besides, he lives closer than Colin’s sister,” Emily explained.

“Have you tried talking to Colin about this?” I asked, feeling the tension in the room.

“I tried, but he doesn’t listen. He says he’s apologized a hundred times for not being at the birth. But he did it just to hear me say I’m not angry. I can’t trust my child to someone who doesn’t care about me. How can I know he cares about our son?” Emily said, tears welling up in her eyes.

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“Have you considered leaving?” I asked, sensing her desperation.

“I have, but I don’t have a job or money. I’m financially dependent on Colin,” Emily admitted, looking down.

“Did you know his sister was on FaceTime with Colin the whole time you were in labor?” I asked, feeling the need to share this piece of information.

“What? No, that’s horrible. I didn’t even notice her,” Emily said, her face paling.

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“Emily, if you really want to leave him, I can help you,” I said, offering her a lifeline.

“Really?” she asked, her eyes widening with hope.

“Yes, you can’t raise a child in such conditions,” I said firmly.

Half an hour later, Emily and her son’s belongings were in my car. I was glad I had come to see her and heard her side. I hoped I could help them find a better path.

The drive back to my office was quiet, but I felt a sense of purpose. This was why I became a psychologist, to help people like Emily find the strength to change their lives.

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