When my boyfriend moved in, everything felt great, until he found out I owned the house. I didn’t think it would be a big deal, but his reaction led to a fight we didn’t expect.
I was eighteen when my dad gave me the keys to my own house. It was an old two-story building that had been in our family for years. This gift meant a lot to me. We weren’t wealthy, not at all.
Dad bought the house for a great price from his grandmother’s cousin, and I knew how lucky I was. Every time I walked through the front door, I felt thankful
The house had its quirks. Each floor was like its own apartment, with separate entrances, kitchens, and bathrooms. I lived upstairs and rented the downstairs to a nice woman named Maggie.
She paid $500 a month—less than most places, but I wasn’t in it for the money. The rent just covered basic costs. I handled everything myself, which gave me a little independence.
Three months ago, my boyfriend, Jason, moved in with me. We’d been together for six months, and it made sense. His lease was ending, and my place had the space. Plus, it felt good to be building a life together.
He was easygoing about most things, and we split groceries evenly, which worked for both of us. We never really talked about finances beyond daily expenses.
He didn’t ask about rent, and I didn’t mention that I owned the house. It wasn’t that I was hiding it; it just didn’t seem important.
One night, while we were watching TV, a news story came on about rising rent prices. Jason groaned and said, “Man, landlords are the worst. They only care about money. It’s like they don’t think about people who can’t afford a place to live.”
I stayed quiet, sipping my tea, unsure of what to say. I didn’t know how to explain that I was technically a landlord. But I wasn’t like the ones he was talking about. I charged fair rent and didn’t try to take advantage of my tenant.
Jason continued, shaking his head. “It’s just wrong, you know? People shouldn’t profit from something as basic as housing.”
I nodded, trying to change the subject as soon as I could. We spent the rest of the night like usual, but his words stuck with me. What would he think if he knew I was renting out part of the house? I didn’t want to make it awkward, so I kept it to myself.
A few days later, I was cleaning the kitchen when there was a knock at the door. I wiped my hands on a towel and opened it to see Maggie looking worried.
“Hey, Maggie, everything okay?” I asked.
She frowned. “My freezer stopped working. I tried everything, but it’s just dead.”
“Oh no,” I said, stepping outside. “Let me take a look.”
I followed her downstairs to her apartment. Sure enough, the freezer was warm, and nothing seemed to be working. I sighed, knowing it was probably time to replace it.
“I’ll pay for a new one,” I said. “Just send me the receipt, and I’ll reimburse you.”
Maggie smiled, relieved. “Thanks, I really appreciate it. I’ll go shopping for one tomorrow.”
“No problem,” I replied. “I’ll make sure you get the money back quickly.”
As I headed back upstairs, I realized Jason had probably heard the whole conversation. He was sitting on the couch when I walked in, looking a bit confused.
“Everything okay with Maggie?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said casually, “her freezer broke, but I told her I’d cover it.”
Jason raised an eyebrow. “You’re paying for her freezer? Why would you do that?”
I paused, unsure of how to answer. “Well, the freezer was here when she moved in, so it’s kind of my responsibility.”
He frowned. “I don’t understand. Why is that your responsibility?”
I could feel the tension rising. “Because… it’s my house. I rent it to her.”
Jason stared at me, his expression changing as he processed what I just said.
“You own this place?” His voice was sharper, more surprised than I expected.
“Yeah,” I said slowly. “I thought you knew.”
“No, I didn’t know,” he replied, his tone turning colder. “You never told me.”
“Well, it never came up,” I explained. “It’s not like I was trying to hide it.”
Jason shook his head, standing up. “I just… I can’t believe this.”
He walked over to the window, looking out as if trying to make sense of everything.
I stayed quiet, not sure what to say next.
The days after Jason found out I owned the house were tense. It wasn’t like before, where we’d laugh together while cooking or enjoy lazy evenings watching TV. He was distant and quieter, and something felt off. I didn’t want to push him, so I gave him space, hoping things would return to normal. But that didn’t happen.
One evening, I was cleaning up the kitchen when Jason walked in. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching me.
“Still can’t believe you never told me,” he muttered, almost to himself.
I sighed, putting down the dish towel. “Jason, I wasn’t hiding it. It just didn’t seem important. You never asked.”
“Important?” He laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. “You’re a landlord. That’s pretty important. Don’t you think I had a right to know?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut me off.
“I thought we were on the same page. I thought we saw the world the same way, but now… now I don’t know. Landlords just… they take advantage of people.” His voice was tight, and he wouldn’t look at me.
“I’m not like that!” I said, stepping closer. “Maggie’s rent is fair, and I fix anything that breaks. I’m not some greedy landlord you see on TV.”
He shook his head. “But you’re still making money off someone else’s need for a home.”
I felt anger rising in my chest. “I don’t think you understand what I do. I’m not hurting anyone. I charge Maggie way less than the market rate. I take care of the place. I’m not some big landlord trying to exploit people.”
“But you still own it. And you still make money off her.”
“Yeah, to keep the house from falling apart! I’m not getting rich from this, Jason. You know that.”
He shook his head, standing up from the couch. “It’s all the same. It’s about power. You have something she needs, and you make her pay for it.”
The next morning, things came to a head. I was on the phone with Maggie, confirming she’d bought the new freezer and that I’d reimburse her. Jason walked in as I was finishing the call.
“So, you’re paying for that?” he asked, sarcasm thick in his voice.
“Yes,” I replied, keeping my tone steady. “The freezer was part of the apartment when she moved in. It’s my responsibility.”
He stared at me, frustration bubbling over. “Unbelievable.”
“Jason, I don’t know what you want from me,” I said, trying to stay calm. “What do you expect me to do?”
He folded his arms, his face hard. “I want you to stop being part of the problem. Either stop charging rent or give me half of what you’re making. If you’re gonna be a landlord, at least share the profits.”
I stared at him, stunned. “Share the profits? Jason, I’m not running a business here. The rent barely covers costs.”
“I don’t care,” he snapped. “You’re either with me, or you’re not. If you’re gonna keep profiting off people like that, then I deserve my share, too.”
Something in me broke then. “I’m not giving you half of anything. I’ve worked hard to keep this house running. If you think I’m going to start handing over money just because you don’t like how I manage it, then you’re out of your mind.”
Before I could respond, he grabbed the keys from the coffee table and threw them across the room. They hit the wall with a sharp clatter, and the next thing I knew, he swung his fist, aiming for the wall. The impact wasn’t strong enough to punch through, but it echoed in the room, sending a tremor through me.
“Fine!” he shouted, stepping back. His face was red, and he was breathing heavily. “I’m done. I’m not staying here, not with you.”
My hand shook as I reached for my phone. “Jason, stop,” I said, my voice trembling. “Just calm down.”
But he was already moving toward the door. I quickly typed a text to my dad: Please come now.
Jason didn’t turn around as he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. The house felt silent, suddenly too big and too empty. I stood there, still shaking, listening to the sound of his footsteps disappearing down the driveway.
Within minutes, I heard my dad’s car pulling up. He didn’t ask questions when he saw me on the porch, arms wrapped around myself. He just pulled me into a hug, holding me tight as I tried to catch my breath.
“He’s gone,” I whispered, still stunned by how quickly it had all fallen apart.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of quiet knocking on my door. I still felt numb from the night before, Jason’s angry words echoing in my mind. I dragged myself to the door and opened it to see Maggie standing there with a small basket of freshly baked muffins.
“Hey, I heard about what happened,” she said softly. “I’m really sorry.”
I managed a weak smile, surprised she knew so quickly. “Thanks, Maggie. I’m okay.”
She handed me the basket. “I just wanted to bring these up. It’s nothing special, but I thought you could use something sweet.”
I took the basket, feeling warmth I hadn’t felt since Jason left. “You didn’t have to do that.
Job Seeker Mocks Man in Wheelchair, Unaware Who He Really Is — Story of the Day
Marketing “high-flyer” Daniel’s unchecked ambition leads him to demean wheelchair-bound Michael, who he assumes is a rival job candidate during a corporate interview. This act sets the stage for a transformative showdown, highlighting the real value of empathy and integrity in leadership.
The lobby of the corporate building buzzed with energy. Daniel was confident and sharply dressed as he navigated the crowd, seeing himself as a future CEO. He only had to climb the corporate ladder. When he saw a man, Michael, in a wheelchair, he quickly dismissed him. He wasn’t competition for him.
As Daniel reached the elevator, he noticed the man heading toward it too. “I don’t think we can all fit, you know. Maybe you should wait for the next one,” Daniel said, his voice dripping with condescension.
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Michael responded calmly, “I believe we can manage. I just need to get to my office on time, just like you. Where are you guys headed?”
Miles, a recent graduate, and Robby, a seasoned marketer, shared they were interviewing at MakerMax. Daniel smirked, “MakerMax, huh? Well, good luck to you both,” waving them off.
Michael’s reply was steady, “MakerMax, you say? What a coincidence. I’m heading there myself.”
Daniel was shocked, but he retorted, “Is that so?” Suddenly, he blocked Michael’s path.”The elevator is full. Why don’t you just wait for the next one?” he added.
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“Full? How so? I have the same right to be here and to use this elevator as anyone else,” Michael wondered, frowning.
“It’s not about rights; it’s about practicality. And frankly, your insistence is becoming an inconvenience,” Daniel rolled his eyes.
“Inconvenience? I’m merely trying to get to MakerMax, the same as you. Is it my presence that you find inconvenient?”
“This is the real world, where first impressions matter. And frankly, holding everyone up isn’t the best start,” Daniel smirked.
Michael replied, “First impressions, yes. And what impression do you think you’re leaving right now?”
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Daniel finally got tired of Michael’s attitude. He fully blocked the elevator and said, “This discussion is over. You’re waiting for the next one. This is the real world, where the strongest win. You’re not getting this job anyway. I am.”
With a casual yet calculated push, Daniel moved Michael away from the elevator and led the others inside, leaving the man behind. He saw Michael’s eyes squinting as the doors closed.
The elevator ride was tense. Miles broke the silence. “You didn’t have to do that, you know,” he said, pursing his lips.
“Do what?” Daniel shrugged. “I did nothing wrong. The elevator was too crowded.”
Miles countered, questioning the necessity of Daniel’s actions, but Daniel dismissed the critique, telling him that people needed to seize every opportunity to get ahead.
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Upon reaching their floor, Daniel had another idea and quickly used a potted plant to keep the elevator doors open. This made the others uncomfortable, but they remained silent.
Meanwhile, Michael remained in the lobby, waiting for the elevator. It took a long time…
***
In MakerMax’s waiting area, Daniel continued to dominate the conversation, criticizing those he perceived as expecting special treatment. Robby was caught in the discussion but offered only a non-committal nod, his discomfort apparent.
Daniel interpreted the silence as agreement and emphasized the importance of readiness and resilience in a competitive environment. The atmosphere grew tenser the more Daniel talked.
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When Miles returned from his interview, Daniel quickly interrogated him about the experience. Miles shared that the company valued personal character and teamwork, not just professional achievements, and explained a more comprehensive evaluation process involving a second interview with the CEO.
Daniel was taken aback by the emphasis on character and team dynamics, so he began to reconsider his approach, recognizing that his earlier behavior might affect his chances, especially with the CEO’s direct involvement in the hiring process.
As Miles left for coffee, Daniel tuned to Robby and suggested, “Listen, given their focus on character, maybe we could help each other out with references? You know, stress how we’re team players, good with people.”
Robby leaned in, interested. “That could work. They’ll want examples, though, of how we’ve demonstrated those traits.”
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Daniel agreed, relieved. “Absolutely. Today was just a high-pressure situation. Normally, I value teamwork and respect.”
They shook hands, agreeing to showcase these qualities. Daniel just hoped no one would mention what happened with the guy in his wheelchair.
Speak of the Devil…this was my chance, Daniel thought as Michael had just entered the waiting area. Daniel stood and approached him, ready to act. “I just wanted to apologize for earlier in the lobby. It was out of line, and I was wrong,” he said, but anyone could tell he wasn’t being sincere.
Still, Michael accepted it. “Thank you. We all have moments of regret. The important thing is to learn and improve.”
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Daniel suggested, “How about a coffee? There’s a delay with the interviews, and it’s on the house.”
Michael agreed, and as they headed to the café, Daniel plotted, misinterpreting Michael’s acceptance as an opportunity to dominate. He couldn’t take any chances and didn’t want Michael to have a chance to tell the recruiters what he’d done in the elevator.
With a swift move, he pushed Michael into the walk-in fridge at the café and locked him in, ignoring the man’s protests.
***
In the interview room, Daniel met Isabelle, the HR specialist, who wanted to know more about his past. “Good morning, Daniel. Let’s delve into your experience. Could you share some highlights of your marketing achievements?”
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Daniel detailed his successes confidently. “In my previous role, I spearheaded a project that boosted our market share by 25%,” he explained, describing his innovative strategies and risk management methods.
Isabelle asked about his handling of workplace challenges. Daniel offered a story, but Isabelle probed deeper into its impact on his team. Everything seemingly went well, but the HR specialist mentioned a final round with the CEO.
Daniel licked his lips, nervously waiting. His jaw dropped when Isabelle returned, talking to Michael. She introduced him as the CEO, and Daniel’s face lost all bit of color.
“Sir,” Daniel stammered, scrambling to find the right words. “I—I had no idea. I’m so sorry for my behavior earlier. It was completely unacceptable, and I deeply regret it.”
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Michael’s gaze bore into Daniel. “I’m afraid ‘sorry’ isn’t going to cut it this time,” he said, his voice firm. “Your behavior towards me was not only disrespectful but indicative of a larger problem—a problem of entitlement and arrogance that has no place in this company.”
Daniel accepted responsibility, promising to change. But his confidence wavered as Michael spoke about the company’s values of inclusivity and respect. “Every individual deserves to be treated with dignity,” the CEO stated, still firm.
Daniel hung his head as he realized his competitive nature had blinded him to the true meaning of strength. “I didn’t realize,” he confessed, his arrogance fading under Michael’s steady gaze.
“True strength isn’t about stepping on others. It’s about helping them rise with you.” His words struck a chord.
“I never thought of it that way,” Daniel responded, his voice sounding gruff.
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Michael leaned forward, his eyes earnest. “Let me share something with you,” he began, his voice carrying the weight of experience. “There was a time when I faced challenges that seemed insurmountable. But it was through understanding the struggles of those around me, that I found the strength to persevere.”
Daniel nodded. “I’m terribly sorry. I was wrong.”
“It’s never too late to learn. And I believe that you have the potential to make a positive impact, both in your career and in the lives of those around you,” Michael said.
Daniel sighed heavily, nodding. “Thank you, I don’t deserve these kind words from you. In my pursuit of success, I overlooked what really matters.”
After what felt like a lifetime lesson in humility, where they also talked about Daniel’s actual good points careerwise, Michael came to a decision. “I can’t offer you the job,” he stated clearly. “You need to learn the value of dignity and respect, and sometimes that comes from facing the repercussions of our actions.”
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Daniel nodded, accepting the decision. He stood and said, “Thank you, Michael. This conversation has been a turning point for me.”
Michael shook Daniel’s hand and watched the now-rejected job applicant walk away. As Daniel left, he felt a renewed readiness to meet the broader challenges of life, equipped to change thanks to his new deeper understanding of leadership and personal growth.
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