A son discovers his mother’s will and what he reads in it makes him tell her to pack her bags immediately and get ready to leave his house.
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Gerald Nizbit stared at the text on his screen in astonishment, then he picked up the phone. “Helen,” he said crisply to his assistant. “Get me my lawyer on the phone, then Margaret Pratt, then my mother — in that order!”
Helen had been Gerald’s personal assistant for ten years, and she knew he wasn’t a particularly patient man, so she immediately started calling his attorney. In his office, Gerald was staring at the screen and shaking his head in disbelief. Oh, he was going to pay her back for this!
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Finally, Helen managed to get hold of the lawyer and put him through. “Sam,” said Gerald crisply. “Old boy, I just wanted to advise you that you committed a faux pas! You sent me my mother’s will for approval instead of sending it to her.”
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On the other side of the line, the lawyer blustered his apologies and embarrassment, but Gerald had said what he wanted to say so he quickly dismissed him and hung up. He sat staring out of his huge floor-to-ceiling window at the snowy New York skyline until the phone rang again.
This time it was Margaret Pratt. Gerald outlined his requirements succinctly, and told her, “I want it for today, Miss Pratt.” He listened to her objecting on the other side of the line then interjected.
“If you can’t get it sorted, I’ll go to someone who can.” The response on the other side of the line made him smile grimly. “This afternoon then, at 17:00,” he said and hung up.
He picked up the internal phone. “Helen, you can get me my mother now,” he said.
Within seconds, the ever-efficient Helen was patching through Mrs. Edith Nezbit. “Mother!” Gerald said. “Have two things to tell you. First of all Sam Kelson sent me your new will by mistake…and I want you to pack your bags immediately.”
Sitting in the lounge of Gerald’s gorgeous house where she lived with him Edith was speechless. “Gerald…Are you upset about the will? Please let me explain…”
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True value is what is attributed by the heart.
“I don’t need your explanations, Mother, I need you to have your bags packed and be ready to leave by 16:00,” Gerald said, and hung up. Edith sat there with her heart pounding. She’d thought Gerald would understand!
He was the youngest of her three children, and the one who’d always stood by her, helped her through the difficulties of life, and when Edith’s arthritis threatened to cripple her this last year, even though she was only 62, had taken her home to live with him.
Edith went upstairs to her room and packed her bags. Yes, she’d left all her money to her two older children, but she honestly thought Gerald would understand. Edith stared at her suitcase with tears blurring her vision.
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She had hurt her most beloved and kindest child! She had to explain! Edith called Gerald’s housekeeper to help her with her suitcase and went downstairs to wait anxiously for Gerald.
At 16:00 there he was, punctual as ever. He walked in, gave her a brief peck on the cheek and Edith cried, “Please Gerald. let me explain!”
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“I don’t have time for explanations, Mother. Come,” he said. “Everything is arranged.” He picked up Edith’s bag and carried it out to his car and put it in his trunk. Edith got into the car without a word.
Gerald drove without saying a word. “Where are we going, Gerald?” Edith asked, but Gerald chose that exact moment to turn on the radio and didn’t answer her. Edith looked around. She’d never been to this part of the city before…
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“Listen, Gerald, about the will…” Edith said bravely.
“Oh, the will!” said Gerald, glancing over at his mother and frowning. “The will in which you leave your house and $120,000 in savings to be divided between Amy and Oliver, and I get the old cabin by the lake and grandfather’s photos from the war, and dad’s watch?”
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“Yes…” whispered Edith. “You see…” But right then Gerald stopped the car. They had arrived at what appeared to be a small private airport, and a sleek private jet was waiting.
Gerald turned to Edith, and there were tears in his eyes. “Oh, mom, I understand about the house and the money. Amy and Oliver are struggling and I have more money than I could ever spend.
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“But what you are leaving me, mom, shows me how well you understand me. You know exactly what is important to me and close to my heart. I have all the money I need but the memories you are giving me are precious!”
“But Gerald…” gasped Edith. “I thought you were kicking me out!”
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Gerald grinned. “No such luck! I’m taking you to Tahiti for two weeks. I think it would do your arthritis the world of good, and I could use some quality time with my mom!”
Edith embraced her youngest — and secretly her favorite son, with tears in her eyes. He’d understood! Edith knew that her father and her husband’s keepsakes would be cherished and passed on lovingly by Gerald.
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The two spent a lovely time in Tahiti, and Gerald got himself a tan and even met a lovely girl who was also on vacation and came from New York and it looked to Edith like maybe she wouldn’t have to wait too long for those grandchildren after all!
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What can we learn from this story?
- Don’t judge people’s intentions by your own fears. Edith was afraid her son would be angry over her will so she thought he was throwing her out.
- True value is what is attributed by the heart not what something costs. For Gerald, the photos, the watch, and the old cabin were more precious than millions of dollars.
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My Husband Spent Our Car Savings on a Paris Trip for His Mom – So I Taught Him a Financial Lesson
When David announced he’d spent our car savings, I was livid. But when he revealed it was for a Paris trip for his mom, my anger hit a new level. I couldn’t believe it, but I knew I had to do something to teach him a lesson.
I never imagined I’d be in this situation, plotting a way to teach my own husband a lesson about money. But David’s latest stunt left me no choice.
Here’s how it all went down.
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Life is busy and chaotic in our house, but I love it.
As a mom of three kids under 10, there’s never a dull moment. Mornings start with cereal spills, missing socks, and someone inevitably arguing over who gets the last waffle. By the time I drop them off at school, I’m running on sheer determination and cold coffee.
But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
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My husband, David, is a great man. He’s a loving father, a reliable partner, and a hardworking provider. But he also has a QUIRK.
Let’s call it his flair for impulsive decisions.
Over the years, I’ve learned to brace myself when he starts a sentence with “So, I’ve been thinking…”
Like the time he decided to convert our garage into a home gym.
“Think of the savings!” he said. “No more gym memberships!”
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What he forgot to mention was the cost of all the fancy equipment he ordered online.
Then there was the backyard project. He promised he’d build the kids a treehouse.
Instead, we ended up with a half-finished platform that took over the yard for weeks before he lost interest.
Despite these quirks, we’ve always been good at managing our finances. We make plans, set goals, and stick to them. Or at least, I do.
And for the past three years, our big goal was to save for a new car.
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Our current van is a relic from our pre-kid days. It’s been through a lot, and the dents and scratches are a testimony to its glorious journey.
Now, with three growing kids, we needed something bigger, safer, and more reliable. And we were so close to reaching our goal.
Three years of cutting corners, skipping vacations, and saying “next time” to every little indulgence. We had finally saved up enough for a solid down payment on a new vehicle.
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At that point, I thought David and I were on the same page. Little did I know he had other ideas. Ideas that would turn my world upside down.
One Friday evening, after a long day of wrangling the kids, I finally got them tucked into bed. The house was quiet, and I sank into the couch with a sigh, savoring the rare stillness.
That’s when David strolled into the living room, hands in his pockets, with a strange look on his face.
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“I did something today,” he began, shifting his weight from one foot to another. His tone made me sit up straighter.
“Oh?” I said cautiously. “Something good or… one of those somethings?”
David grinned like a kid about to show off a science experiment. “Good! I mean, really good.”
I folded my arms. “Alright, hit me with it.”
He took a deep breath like he’d been waiting all day to drop this bombshell.
“I bought Mom a trip to Paris!” he exclaimed as his eyes lit up.
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For a second, I thought I’d misheard.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “You bought what?”
“A trip to Paris!” he repeated, grinning from ear to ear. “She’s always dreamed of going, and I thought, why not make it happen? She’s done so much for us, so I wanted to give her something special.”
I blinked, trying to process the words.
“David… that’s… really generous.” My heart was racing, though. Something wasn’t adding up. “Where did you get the money for this?”
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His grin faltered for a second before he forced it back. “Well, you know… from the savings.”
“What savings?” I asked.
“I…uh…used the car fund,” he said, barely meeting my gaze.
I couldn’t believe it.
“Wait. You used the car fund? The money we’ve been saving for three years?”
He shrugged, trying to keep his casual demeanor, but I could see the nerves creeping in.
“Look, Lisa,” he began. “We weren’t quite there yet anyway! We still needed a few thousand more, so I figured—”
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“You figured?” My voice rose, incredulous. “David, that’s not your decision to make alone! You spent the money we need for a safe car for our kids on a vacation for your mom! That’s crazy! That money was for our kids! For us!”
He crossed his arms defensively. “It’s my money too! And this is my mom we’re talking about. You can’t put a price on showing gratitude.”
“Gratitude?” I shot back, standing up from the couch. “David, you didn’t just buy her a nice gift or treat her to dinner. You spent our family’s savings on a trip to Paris! Do you even hear yourself?”
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David’s jaw tightened. “You make it sound like I blew it on something selfish.”
I took a step closer, locking eyes with him. “It was selfish. Maybe not in a traditional sense, but you made that decision without me. You put your mom’s dream above our family’s needs.”
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The tension hung heavy between us.
“I thought you’d understand,” he finally muttered, looking away.
“I would have,” I said, my voice calmer now but still firm, “if you’d talked to me about it first.”
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But he didn’t. And as he walked away, I realized that my silence wasn’t acceptance. It was just the beginning of what was to come.
Over the next few days, I played my part perfectly. I acted as the supportive wife, nodding along as David talked about the surprise trip for his mom.
“She’s going to love it,” he kept saying, beaming with pride. “She’s always dreamed of seeing the Eiffel Tower. Can you imagine the look on her face when she finds out?”
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I smiled through gritted teeth, but my mind was already plotting.
Step one: Call Melissa.
David’s mom, Melissa, has always been sweet and kind to me. We’ve never had the stereotypical tense relationship you hear about with mothers-in-law.
She’s understanding, respectful, and never interferes in our marriage. That’s why I knew I could count on her to help me fix this mess.
When she answered the phone, her voice was warm as ever.
“Lisa! What a nice surprise. How are you, dear?”
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“I’m good, Melissa. But I wanted to talk to you about something important.” I took a deep breath. “David bought you a trip to Paris.”
There was a pause on the line.
“He what?” she finally asked. I could feel the disbelief in her voice.
“He used our car fund to pay for it,” I explained. “The one we’ve been saving for three years to buy a safe, reliable vehicle for the kids.”
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“Oh, honey…” Melissa’s voice softened with concern. “I had no idea. If I’d known, I never would have accepted it! I don’t need Paris. I just want to know you and the kids are okay.”
“I know,” I said, relieved. “That’s why I called. I was hoping you’d understand.”
“Of course,” she replied. “Cancel the trip, Lisa. Family comes first.”
Step two: Call the travel agency.
Fortunately, David had booked a fully refundable package. I wasted no time getting the money back into our savings account.
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Step three: Wait for the fallout.
I didn’t have to wait long.
A week later, David came home looking panicked. He tossed his keys on the counter and ran a hand through his hair before blurting out, “I just got a call from Mom.”
I casually glanced up from the book I was reading. “Oh?”
“She said you canceled the trip?” His eyes were wide with disbelief. “What the hell, Lisa?”
I closed my book and smiled sweetly. “Don’t worry, honey. I used the money for something even better.”
David’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean? What did you do?”
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“I bought the car,” I said, folding my hands in my lap. “You know, the one we’ve been saving for? The one our family actually needs?”
His jaw dropped. “Wait… what?”
I stood up, grabbed the keys from the counter, and jingled them in front of him. “It’s parked in the driveway. And your mom? She actually chipped in the exact amount we were short after she found out what you did.”
David stared at me in stunned silence.
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“You spent all the money without consulting me?” he finally asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
“Kind of like how you spent it without consulting me?” I raised an eyebrow. “Except I spent it on something that benefits our entire family. I think that’s a little different, don’t you?”
He sputtered, trying to find the words to argue, but he came up empty. He knew I was right.
The next morning, I handed him a neatly typed spreadsheet over breakfast.
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“What’s this?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Our new family budget,” I said, sliding it across the table. “From now on, we both need to sign off on any expense over $500. If you can’t handle that, I’ll be happy to take over all the finances myself.”
David sighed, rubbing his temples. “Lisa…”
I leaned forward, my voice firm but calm. “This isn’t negotiable. We’ve got three kids to think about. We can’t afford any more surprises like this.”
After a long pause, he finally nodded.
“Alright,” he said. “You’re right.”
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From that day on, our money became a joint effort. Not his, not mine, but ours.
And every time I see that shiny new car sitting in the driveway, I feel a little spark of satisfaction.
Sometimes, the best lessons aren’t taught with words. They’re taught with actions. And this one hit right where it hurt. His wallet.
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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.
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