My Kids Listed My House on Airbnb While I Was in the Hospital — I Found a Way to Teach Them a Lesson
Mariah had been feeling less than healthy lately, causing her to admit herself into the hospital so that she could have a check-up. But in her absence, her children decided to rent out her house as an Airbnb, ready to pocket the money for themselves. When Mariah found out, she decided to teach her children a lesson.
“Mariah,” my friend Liz said on the phone, “why on earth is your house listed as an Airbnb?”
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“What?” I asked, completely confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Denise was looking for a house to rent for the weekend because it’s her bachelorette weekend, and she came across your house. Aren’t you still in the hospital?” she asked.
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“Liz, I truly have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, looking at the IV drip away into my bloodstream. “Send me the link to the site Denise saw.”
This is how I taught my children a valuable lesson:
Recently, my blood pressure had been all over the place, causing me to faint at odd moments.
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“Mom,” my son, Liam, said, “you need to get it checked out. There’s no point in going to the pharmacy and getting medication over the counter just because you think it’s going to help. You need to get everything assessed properly.”
“And you need to start eating better,” Leah, my daughter, said. “Having oats in the morning, toast during the day, and soup at night isn’t a balanced diet. You’re playing with your health. It’s time to take things seriously.”
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Leah moved around my kitchen, slicing vegetables to make a salad to go along with the grilled chicken she had been marinating.
“And what about your constant headaches? It’s time to get everything checked out. You should go into the hospital and do a full check-up,” Liam said.
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“But I feel fine, other than the headaches and dizziness; I’m good!” I retorted.
Both my kids snorted and rolled their eyes at me.
“Do it, Mom,” Leah said, pointing her finger at me.
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I had to agree with them. I had been downplaying my health lately. I still walked every second day and did as much yoga as my body would allow during the week.
But still, there was a nagging feeling that something could be wrong.
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“Just go to silence that feeling,” Liz said when we met for smoothies after our yoga class one day.
“But what if we find something?” I asked, suddenly nervous to be speaking my thoughts out loud.
“Then, we’ll deal with it together. I know that Paul isn’t here anymore, but I’m here,” Liz said. “And anyway, we need you up and running for Denise’s wedding. I don’t know how to do the mother-of-the-bride things.”
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“I’ll go to the GP and take it from there,” I said. “If he thinks that it’s the way to go, then I’ll do just that.”
“Yes, Mariah,” the doctor said. “I think it’s a great idea for you to go for a full-body check-up. There’s nothing wrong with just knowing your health and body. And I’ll recommend a CT scan for your headaches, too.”
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Which is how I ended up at the hospital, and how my children chose to take advantage of the situation.
“I’ll bring your lunch soon,” the nurse said, smiling at me. “You just rest after your CT scan.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I’m just going to call my best friend and catch up with her.”
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Catching up with Liz meant that hearing that my children had let my house out as an Airbnb for the week that I was scheduled to be in the hospital.
“So, what are you going to do about it?” Liz asked me when I called her back after I confirmed that it was my house on the site.
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“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I want to teach them a lesson. Leah and Liam should have known better. But Leah and her husband are always looking for ways to make extra money. I’m sure that Andrew has a gambling problem, too.”
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Liz said, chewing something into my ear.
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“I want you to tell Denise to book it,” I said. “But they’ll recognize that it’s her, so she’s probably going to need to create a new account. Do you think she’ll be okay with that?”
“Of course, she will!” Liz said. “Anything for you. But then what?”
“I’m getting discharged tomorrow,” I said. “But the kids think that I’ll be here until the end of the week. So, let them think that they’re going to make some money off the place.”
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“You want Denise to rent the place, but you want to mess it up?” Liz chuckled. “That’s devious.”
“No, my children are devious,” I said.
I hung up the call, and the nurse brought my lunch to me, ready to leave me alone to eat while she did her rounds.
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If I was being honest, I didn’t know how I felt about my children’s betrayal. But it hurt me to imagine that while I had been away at the hospital, my children were perfectly fine with having strangers take over my home.
“What were they thinking?” I asked myself.
They hadn’t given a second thought to people using the mugs I had hand-painted, or people sitting in their father’s worn armchair. Paul has been deceased for a few years now, but it still felt like his chair.
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“No,” I said to myself. “I’m going to get back at these kids.”
The next morning, I was discharged with a clean bill of health, despite warnings to keep my stress down.
“And keep an eye on your cholesterol, Mariah,” my doctor said. “Eat lots of green leafy vegetables.”
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I drove myself to Liz’s house, where I was going to wait for Denise to meet me with the keys to my house.
“Are you sure about this?” Liz asked, making me a cup of tea and buttering a lemon and poppy seed muffin.
“Yes,” I said. “And this way, they’ll truly have to feel accountable for their actions.”
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I went home a few hours later. There was something different about the house. The smell was different, and I knew for sure that someone else had been staying there.
There was a sweet perfume scent that took over my usual woody-scented house.
I had a long shower, ready to wash away the scent of the hospital that clung to my skin. I was ready for a long sleep in my own bed.
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For tomorrow, the fun began.
The next morning, I made myself some breakfast and dutifully took the array of vitamins and supplements that the doctor had given me.
Then, I began to pack away all of my appliances.
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“Where are you going to put everything?” Liz asked me when she came over.
“I’m going to put some into the trunk of my car, and we can hide the rest in the garage for now,” I said.
Together, Liz and I emptied out the house, leaving only the old toaster behind.
“Come on,” Liz said, linking her arm in mine. “Let’s get you out of here.”
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I waited until Friday, staying with Liz. And then I drove myself home that afternoon.
“Hi Mom!” Leah said excitedly when she saw me pull into the driveway.
“Hi, honey,” I said, taking out my bag from the backseat.
We walked into the house, and there were entirely new appliances all over my kitchen.
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“What’s all this?” I asked, pretending to be shocked.
“Liam and I thought that you deserved new things!” Leah said, looking at the floor as she spoke.
“No, you didn’t,” I said. “You came back to my home when your guest was supposed to check out and you found everything gone.”
Leah stared at me with her mouth open.
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“You know?” she said.
“Of course, I do!” I exclaimed. “I took everything! You needed to be taught a lesson. Why would you let my house out?”
Leah blinked slowly.
“Mom,” she said softly. “I’m so sorry. Andrew and I thought that it would be a good idea because it seemed like a great opportunity to make some extra money. Liam said that it was okay as long as nothing was broken.”
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“Darling,” I said, hugging her. “You can’t do this. If you and Andrew need money, you come and talk to me about it. Don’t do things like this. It’s going to ruin our trust.”
My daughter smiled and took my bag from me.
“Come,” she said. “I’ll make you some tea with the new kettle. I’ll return everything else tomorrow. And the money is all yours.”
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What would you have done?
My Best Friend and I Made a Pact to Marry by 40, and 10 Years Later He Showed Up Uninvited to My Wedding — Story of the Day
On my wedding day, everything seemed perfect until my past walked into the ceremony uninvited. A promise made years ago and a man determined to remind me of it threatened to unravel the life I’d built. Could I let go of the past, or would it destroy my future?
I leaned back on the couch, cradling my coffee cup and letting the black liquid swirl lazily. The lights of Manhattan glittered like a million tiny promises just beyond the window. That evening, I felt… complete. At 39, that was no small thing.
“Who knew Rachel,” I murmured aloud. “You’ve got it all figured out now, don’t you?”
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Years of climbing the corporate ladder had left little room for anything else.
Success? Sure. Independence? Absolutely. But happiness?
That had always been… elusive. The type that lingered at the edges of the room like a forgotten shadow.
Dating had always been a disaster.
“Remember Scott?” I laughed softly. “Wanted me to quit my job and move to Montana. Montana!”
And then there was Greg, who turned every conversation into a TED Talk about himself.
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But Michael? Michael is different.
My lips curved into a soft smile at the thought of him. Scatterbrained Michael, who once set off the fire alarm while trying to toast bread. The man who adored noisy dinner parties and dragged me into conversations I didn’t want to have but somehow made them fun.
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He isn’t perfect, no. But he is… mine.
A week ago, he’d changed everything.
“Rachel,” he had said, kneeling in the kitchen. He was holding out his grandmother’s vintage ring. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Be my wife.”
Of course, I said yes. What else could I have said?
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Suddenly, my thoughts drifted to Linda, my future MIL. She wasn’t exactly warm. Our conversations had been polite, but there was always something in her tone, as if she was sizing me up, waiting for me to prove I wasn’t good enough for Michael.
She doesn’t know me yet. People like her just need time, don’t they?
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Besides, the engagement party was the following day. Everything was planned to perfection.
Nothing can spoil it. This is our moment.
At least, that’s what I thought then.
***
The engagement party sparkled with life. The warm glow of the fairy lights above cast a magical atmosphere. Michael was at my side, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back as guests came up to offer their congratulations.
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“You two make such a perfect couple!” one of his cousins gushed, raising her glass. “To love and happiness!”
“To love and happiness!” echoed the room as everyone toasted.
I felt like I was walking on air, wrapped in a bubble of warmth and hope. That was what happiness was supposed to feel like. Secure and untouchable. And then it happened!
A figure appeared in the doorway. Then our eyes met. It was Brian!
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His presence felt like a ghost stepping out of my past, dragging memories I had long buried. Without thinking, I excused myself quickly, murmuring something to Michael about needing air. I found Brian near the hallway.
“Rachel,” he said softly.
“What are you doing here, Brian? How did you even know about this?”
“You’re not exactly a hard person to track down. And when I heard you were engaged, I figured it was time to finally talk.”
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“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said quickly, glancing back toward the party. “This is not the time or the place.”
But Brian stepped closer, his tone lowering. “It’s been ten years, Rachel. Ten. And all this time, I’ve been writing to you.”
“What? I’ve never received anything from you.”
“I sent dozens of letters, Rachel. They were ignored. Or… Someone made sure you never saw a single word.”
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“That’s ridiculous,” I snapped. “Who could…”
“Who? Ask yourself, Rachel. How well do you know Michael? Or his mother? Do you think she’s thrilled about you stepping into the picture?”
“You’re lying. This is just some desperate attempt to…”
“To what?” Brian interrupted sharply. “To ruin your happiness? Believe me, Rachel, I came to tell you the truth.”
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He took a deliberate step closer, lowering his voice. “We made a pact, Rachel. Do you remember? If we were still single at 40, we’d marry each other. And here I am, trying to honor that promise.”
“Brian, whatever you think we had or promised each other—it’s in the past. My life is with Michael now.”
“Is it? Are you sure? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re marrying into something you don’t fully understand.”
I clenched my hands into fists. “Brian, stop. Just stop. You’re twisting things to…”
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He interrupted. “To get you to open your eyes? Rachel, you’re walking into something you don’t fully see. And once you’re in, it might be too late to get out.”
I turned sharply, desperate to leave, but as I did, I caught a glimpse of Linda standing just around the corner. Her face was calm, almost unnervingly so, but her eyes gave her away. She had heard everything. Every single word.
“Rachel,” she said smoothly, ignoring Brian entirely. “Is everything alright? Michael’s been looking for you.”
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“Everything’s fine.”
But nothing was fine.
***
When I returned home, I tried my best to stay calm, though a quiet unease churned inside me. Maybe it was Linda’s presence. She had decided to stay with us to “help” in the final days before the wedding. Or perhaps it was the lingering tension from seeing Brian at the engagement party. Either way, my nerves felt frayed.
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I wandered into the kitchen, deciding that a cup of tea with lemon might settle me. But as I pressed the knife against the lemon’s rind, my hand slipped. A sharp sting shot through my finger.
“Great!”
I grabbed a paper towel to stop the bleeding and went upstairs to find a plaster. That’s when I opened Michael’s drawer.
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My finger throbbed from the accidental cut, but what I found instead made my heart stop. A small box, neatly tucked under a pile of dribs and drabs. I pulled it out.
Inside were letters. Dozens of them addressed to me! My breath caught as I unfolded the first one. It was from Brian. Each letter, carefully written, was an attempt to reconnect, to share his feelings. And yet, I had never seen them until that moment.
Suddenly, I heard Michael’s footsteps. “What’s that?”
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I stood, clutching the letters. “You tell me, Michael. Why do you have these? All this time, you’ve been lying to me. Why?”
“Because I was scared of losing you. I didn’t want him to come between us.”
“Come between us?” I laughed bitterly, waving the letters in his face. “Do you hear yourself? You didn’t even give me a chance to decide for myself!”
“Rachel, please,” he begged. “I love you. Everything I did was to protect us.”
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“You protected yourself, Michael. How can I marry someone who doesn’t trust me to make my own decisions?”
Before he could respond, a new voice cut through the tension.
“Well, isn’t this dramatic,” Linda said, stepping into the room.
“This isn’t your business, Linda.”
“It became my business the moment you decided to humiliate him. What about today’s date? Maybe you’re not as perfect as you think you are.”
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I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and stormed out. The cool night air hit me like a slap as I rushed down the street. That night, I needed to make everything clear.
So, I went to see Brian. To my luck, I still remembered his address.
***
After the night I had, everything became crystal clear. No doubts, no confusion. All of them had melted away, leaving me with a single, unwavering plan.
I am not going to let anyone else dictate this day. My wedding will play out exactly how I want.
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By the time I stepped into the ceremony hall, I had rehearsed every moment in my mind. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, mingling with the low hum of guests’ conversations. Michael stood at the altar, his smile steady and full of love.
But my eyes, for just a brief moment, flickered to the back row. And there he was. Brian. He was sitting casually, a confident smirk playing on his lips. I sent him an almost invisible smile.
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Finally, the officiant asked the question that everyone dreads yet anticipates. “If anyone here has a reason why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
A hush fell over the room. I was waiting for Brian’s move. Finally, Brian rose to his feet.
“Actually. I do.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd as all eyes turned to him.
Brian looked directly at me. “Rachel and I have a history. We made a promise to each other years ago, and she hasn’t fulfilled it.”
Slowly, I turned toward Brian, offering him a small, calm smile.
“Brian, why don’t you turn around?”
He followed my gaze. There was the woman I’d invited the night before.
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I remembered how I’d found her the previous night, when I came to his place. She was sitting on the couch next to Brian, smiling at him like he was her whole world. It had taken only a few minutes to realize the truth: Brian wasn’t in my life for love.
“Brian,” the woman said, “I believed in you. And all this time, you’ve been lying to me, using me while obsessing over her?”
The guests gasped as she pointed toward me.
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“You’re nothing but a selfish, manipulative coward,” she spat. “I can’t believe I ever loved you.”
Brian stammered. “It’s not what it looks like! I just needed her to…”
“To what?”
“You don’t understand! She pretended I didn’t exist. I wasn’t going to let her forget!”
I stayed silent, watching him unravel.
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“You didn’t come here for love,” she said. “You came here to ruin hers.”
“I just wanted her to feel the way I felt,” Brian muttered.
The truth was out, and there was no taking it back.
“Escort him out, please,” I said softly to the nearby ushers.
As Brian was led away, I turned to the guests. “I’m so sorry for the disruption. But I needed this moment to close the chapter on my past.”
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The ceremony resumed, and nothing could overshadow our happiness after that.
Later, as Michael and I danced, he whispered, “What a show, my dear. I hope I’ll never see it again. I worried when you disappeared last night, but I never doubted you’d come back.”
I smiled, finally telling him about my visit to Brian and the woman. “She deserved the truth, just like I did. I came to tell him that you’re my future. But then, I saw her. Decided she also deserves a better man.”
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As I stood next to Michael, his hand warm in mine, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. The past no longer had power over me.
I glanced at the guests. My eyes caught Linda’s in the crowd. For the first time, she gave me a small, approving nod. At that moment, I felt a deep sense of peace, as if the universe itself had aligned just for us.
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