As parents, we tend to teach our children to know right from wrong, but oftentimes, because of different reasons, we fail. One father learned that his daughter was bullying a girl who had cancer at school. Things went far and she even pulled the girl’s wig off. This made the father angry so he decided to take matters in his own hands and punished his daughter in a way that caused a stir, as well as mixed emotions, on the Internet. Since many slammed him for how he dealt with his bully daughter, the father later deleted the post.
“My ex-wife and I have a 16-year-old daughter together of which I have full custody (she has moved on with her new family)… My daughter recently got in trouble at school for making fun of a student that lost her hair from cancer treatment. Including pulling off her wig,” he started his post.
“Apparently there is some pre-existing bad blood between the two of them, but I don’t think that even begins to excuse her behavior.”
As it turned out, his daughter was now dating this other girl’s ex-boyfriend and that was the reason why they weren’t fond of each other.
“At some point the other girl mentioned how my daughter’s boyfriend was just using her for sex (this was actually a big shock to me as I had no idea she was sexually active) and called my daughter a sl*t,” the father shared with CafeMom. “That’s what escalated the situation and resulted in the wig incident. Supposedly they have been arguing in class ever since my daughter started dating the guy in question. Basically just stupid teenage ‘he said she said’ nonsense.”After he learned of what was going on and what his daughter did, he gave her two options to choose from in order to teach her a lesson. The first one was for him to throw all her electronics away, and the second one was for her to go to the hairdresser and get a bald haircut. The daughter chose the latter and went to school with a bald head.
“…Everyone thinks I went way overboard. Her mother went ballistic at me saying it will make her the target of bullying (kind of the point, teach her some compassion),” the father wrote.
He believed he did just the right thing, but not many agreed with him. A lot of people took their time to comment on the situation. One person wrote: “Your daughter is a bully because you are a bully. I seriously doubt this is the first time you used abuse and humiliation to ‘teach her a lesson.’” Another person added: “There’s a term for what you did. It’s called child abuse. Taking away her electronics would have been an appropriate punishment. Grounding her would have been an appropriate punishment. Disrespecting her right to bodily autonomy and humiliating her is not an appropriate punishment. She’s unlikely to learn from it and if anything it risks perpetuating a cycle of bullying.”
However, there were also those who praised his parenting. “I support your decision completely. You’re her parent so you have every right to do this, it’s not abusive, it’s real life. If she’s comfortable attacking someone for something they have no choice over she needs to see how it feels,” someone in support of the father wrote.
“She will see what kind of impact actions like hers have on the victim and that will teach her a very important lesson,” another supporter added.
So, what do you think? Do you believe the father went too far with the punishment? Share your thoughts with us in the comment section below.
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My Sister Invited Me to Her Vacation Home Only to Dump Her Son on Me and Go Partying for a Week — I Gave Her a Reality Check
When my carefree sister Jessica asked me to her upstate vacation house, I quickly said yes. Once I arrived, it didn’t take long for me to realize that Jessica had duped me into looking after my energetic nephew while she went off to party. I soon came up with a way to make her pay.
I was sitting on my couch, nursing a glass of wine after yet another grueling day at the office, when my phone buzzed. My younger sister’s name flashed on the screen.
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I hadn’t heard from Jessica in weeks, so I picked up, curious about what she wanted.
“Anna! How’s my favorite sister doing?” Jessica’s voice was bright and bubbly, the exact opposite of how I felt.
“Exhausted,” I replied, not bothering to hide the weariness in my voice. “Work’s been insane. What’s up?”
“I have the perfect solution for you,” she chirped. “How about a week at my upstate vacation house? You need a break, and you know this is the perfect place for some chill time!”
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A week away sounded like heaven. The idea of lounging on a porch, sipping coffee, and catching up with my carefree sister was just what I needed. I could almost feel the stress melting away at the thought.
“That sounds amazing, Jess,” I said, feeling a smile spread across my face for the first time in days. “I’ll take some time off and drive up this weekend.”
“Great! I’ll get everything ready. You just bring yourself and some comfy clothes,” she said, her excitement palpable. “It’s going to be the best week ever, I promise!”
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The five-hour drive upstate was filled with daydreams of relaxation. I imagined Jessica and me sitting on the porch, reminiscing about our childhood, and maybe even getting some much-needed sisterly advice.
As I pulled into the driveway of the charming vacation house, my spirits were high. But then, as I parked and stepped out of the car, I noticed something that made my heart sink.
Jessica was there, but she wasn’t alone. Tommy, her three-year-old son, was clinging to her leg, looking as adorable and energetic as ever.
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“Anna, you’re here!” Jessica called out, a little too cheerfully. “I was starting to think you’d never arrive!”
I forced a smile. “Hey, Jess. I see you brought the little man along… I thought this was going to be a sisters-only thing?”
“Oh, I don’t know how you got that idea!” she said, flashing me a charming grin. “Now, I’d best get moving! My friends are already waiting in town.”
“What?” I frowned at her as she breezed past me and unlocked her car in the garage. “You’re leaving?”
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“Yes, sweetie! My girlfriends have been waiting for half an hour! I really thought you’d get here sooner.”
My jaw dropped. I could do nothing but stare as she backed her car out of the garage, winding down her window when she drew level with me.
“Now, Tommy’s snacks are in the fridge, and there are some movies to keep him entertained. I’ll be back by the end of the week. Thanks, sis, you’re a lifesaver!”
And just like that, she was gone. I stood there, stunned, watching her car disappear down the road.
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The weight of realization hit me like a ton of bricks: I’d been tricked into babysitting. I felt a surge of anger mixed with a pang of betrayal. This was supposed to be my getaway, my time to relax and recharge. Instead, I was now responsible for a toddler for an entire week.
Tommy, oblivious to the turmoil swirling inside me, tugged at my hand. “Auntie Anna, can we play?”
I looked down at his eager little face and sighed. “Sure, buddy. Let’s go inside and see what we can find.”
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I mulled over the situation I now found myself in while playing cars with Tommy on the living room carpet. It wasn’t that I minded babysitting my nephew, but not like this!
Despite my initial resentment, Tommy’s infectious energy and innocent charm quickly started to melt my heart. We spent the first day exploring the house, playing games, and watching his favorite cartoons.
As the days passed, we ventured outside, hiking through the nearby woods, building forts with fallen branches, and reading bedtime stories that made him giggle.
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One night, after Tommy had fallen asleep, I sat on the porch, staring out into the dark, star-filled sky. The anger I felt towards Jessica still simmered, but it was mixed with a new sense of clarity.
I loved my nephew, and I didn’t want to let him down. But I also knew I couldn’t let Jessica get away with this. She’d taken advantage of me in a way that was inexcusable.
I toyed with the idea of letting Tommy run wild, maybe even encouraging him to wreak havoc. It would be easy enough—toddlers are little chaos machines by nature.
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But that wasn’t me. I couldn’t let Tommy pay for his mother’s irresponsibility. Then it hit me. I’d make Jessica understand the true cost of her actions.
I grabbed my laptop and started researching professional childcare rates, jotting down numbers, and crafting an invoice that would make Jessica’s head spin.
By the end of the week, I was ready for Jess with a detailed invoice, complete with itemized charges for childcare, meals, and entertainment. The total was staggering but fair.
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Jessica’s car rolled up the driveway just as the sun was setting. She stepped out, looking refreshed and happy, as if she hadn’t a care in the world.
“Anna! You’re a saint for doing this. I hope Tommy wasn’t too much trouble,” she said, flashing a carefree smile.
I took a deep breath and forced a calm smile. “Hey, Jess. Tommy was great. But we need to talk.”
“Sure, honey.” She gave an exaggerated yawn. “But not now. Let’s catch up in the morning.”
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She started to breeze past me, but I blocked her off and gave her a stern look. “No, Jess. We need to talk now.”
Jessica’s smile faltered for a moment, then she laughed it off. “Oh, come on, Anna. Lighten up. You’re being such a grouch.”
I handed her the invoice without a word. Jessica’s eyes scanned the paper, her expression shifting from confusion to shock.
“What the hell is this?” she asked, her voice tinged with incredulity.
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“That’s what it would cost if you’d hired a professional to watch Tommy for the week,” I said evenly. “I think it’s only fair, considering you dumped him on me without any notice.”
Jessica laughed, a high, nervous sound. “You can’t be serious. We’re family! You’re his aunt, for crying out loud.”
I crossed my arms and met her gaze steadily. “I love Tommy, and I’m happy to spend time with him. But you used me, Jess. You took advantage of my need for a break and tricked me into babysitting. That’s not fair, and it’s not right.”
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Jessica’s face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she muttered, but I could see the gears turning in her head. She knew she was in the wrong.
“Stop acting so innocent when you know you messed up, Jessica.” I lowered my voice to a menacing tone as I continued, “You can’t treat people like this, especially the ones who love you.”
She stood there, silent, for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she sighed and pulled out her checkbook.
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I watched as she wrote the check, her hand trembling slightly. She handed it to me, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of remorse in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Anna. I didn’t realize… I didn’t think.”
I took the check and gave her a small nod. “Thank you. I hope this helps you understand.”
As I drove away, I felt a mix of satisfaction and relief. I had stood up for myself and set boundaries, something I rarely did. The drive home was peaceful, the weight of the past week lifting with every mile.
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In the weeks that followed, Jessica began to change. She called me more often, not just to gossip or borrow money, but to genuinely ask how I was doing. She started taking more responsibility for her actions.
One afternoon, I received a package from her. Inside was a handwritten note and a framed photo of Tommy and me, taken when we all gathered at her place last Fourth of July. The note read:
“Anna, thank you for everything. I’ve learned a lot from this experience. I’m trying to be better, for Tommy and for you.
Love, Jess.”
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I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. The experience had strengthened my sense of self-worth and set a new precedent for our relationship. We both had grown, learning valuable lessons about family, respect, and responsibility.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was progress. And that was enough.
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