Writical

09/06/2025

I was sitting in a café on my day off when a beautiful girl walked up to me, sat down at my table, and said, "Hi, my name is Meredith. Would you like to earn $500 for three hours of your time?"

I stared at her like she'd grown wings. Naturally, I asked what the catch was.

She explained that she had a very strict father who was constantly trying to find her a husband. She was tired of it and told him she already had a boyfriend. But her "stand-in" couldn't make it, so now she was asking me to pretend to be her boyfriend for a couple of hours during lunch.

I hesitated. She added, "I picked you because you're good-looking."

Flattery and $500? I agreed, having no idea that the life I had before that lunch WOULD COMPLETELY CHANGE afterward.

Lunch was in an hour, so we headed to the restaurant. But the moment we got there and I saw her parents, my jaw dropped—I wanted to run.

But she grabbed my hand and said, "Mom, Dad, meet my boyfriend, Anthony." ⬇️

09/06/2025

A week before my wedding, I caught my future MIL in my room—taking pictures of my wedding dress.

When I asked what she was doing, she smiled sweetly and said, "Oh, honey, just a keepsake. It's such a beautiful dress."

That should've been my first red flag.

Then came the questions—about my bouquet, my hair, my lipstick. Annoying, but harmless.
Or so I thought.

On my wedding day, I stood at the altar, heart pounding—and then THE CHURCH DOORS CREAKED OPEN.

I turned… and froze.

There she was. My MIL-to-be. In an IDENTICAL WEDDING DRESS.
Same lace. Same bouquet.
On her arm? Her boyfriend. Beaming.

"Surprise surpriiiiiise!" she called out.
"Since my bunny and I were never officially married… we thought, why not a DOUBLE WEDDING? We're practically twins! Isn't that amazing?" She TWIRLED.

Gasps. Whispers. Laughter.

I was humiliated. Shaking. Ready to walk out. But then my fiancé leaned in and whispered,
"Hold on. I know exactly what to do. Just trust me."

He turned to his mother, loud enough for all to hear:
"Wow, Mom. Same dress, same bouquet, same church… But you forgot ONE thing."

She blinked. "What?" ⬇️

09/06/2025

09/06/2025

At my wedding, my biological dad stood up during the reception and said into the mic:

"I'm so proud of my daughter. I dreamed of giving her a beautiful wedding — and today, I made that happen. Because that's what dads do."

Everyone clapped. And I just sat there, stunned.

Because here's the truth: he didn't pay for a thing. He barely even showed up — literally and figuratively. My whole life, he missed birthdays, graduations, every big moment. Posted "So proud of my girl!" on Facebook but never lifted a finger in real life.

The man who actually made this wedding happen? My stepdad, Daniel. He raised me since I was eight. Never missed a game. Picked me up from prom when I had a panic attack. Took extra work so I could afford my dream college.

And when I got engaged? He quietly said, "Let me take care of it."
He paid for the whole wedding — dress, venue, catering — without ever asking for credit. He didn't even walk me down the aisle because he didn't want to start drama.

But then THAT SPEECH happened.
Daniel just looked down at his napkin. And no one said a word.

So I stood up. ⬇️

09/06/2025

For five years, my husband, Michael, and I built a life together. We had a cozy home, a steady routine, and a bond I thought was unshakable.

Through it all, my best friend from high school, Anna, was by my side—my confidante, my maid of honor on my wedding day.

When I got pregnant, I thought our happiness was complete. But something changed in Michael. He became distant, barely looking at me. I felt something was wrong, but Anna reassured me I was overthinking.

Then, I lost the baby.

The pain of that moment was unlike anything I had ever felt. My husband barely reacted. No comfort, no shared grief—just an empty presence that eventually faded away completely. A month later, he left, delivering a cold, detached speech about being unhappy.

And Anna? She vanished too. One day she was my rock, and the next, I was blocked on every platform.

I found out the truth through my mother's social media. There they were—Michael and Anna, laughing on a beach, arms wrapped around each other. She had been posting pictures of them together for weeks, even before the divorce papers were finalized. She flaunted their vacations, their expensive dinners, their seemingly perfect love story.

I was shattered.

Three years later, I was rushing home from work. I stopped at a gas station when I suddenly saw them and COULDN'T STOP GRINNING. ⬇️

08/06/2025

You have to remove 1 thing off Planet Earth... GO! 🤔

08/06/2025

My husband and I live in one of those coastal dream towns, so naturally, our house became the "go-to" for visiting friends and family. We don't mind. We actually like hosting. So when my BIL and his new wife asked if they could honeymoon at our place to save money, we said yes. No hesitation.

Huge mistake.

They showed up while we were still cleaning and prepping snacks for the kids' playdate—and marched straight into our master bedroom. Didn't ask. Didn't hesitate. Just started unpacking.

I said, "Hey, you're actually set up in the guest room."
BIL waved me off: "Yeah, no. We need the big room. It's our honeymoon."
His wife added, "You guys will be fine on the pullout."

I was STUNNED.

Later, I go to get dinner started for the kids. I prep a cute spread—tenders, veggies, cupcakes. So I walk into the kitchen… and see BIL and his wife devouring everything!

"These cupcakes are kinda dry," she says with a shrug.
"You should really try hiring a chef," he adds. "This homemade stuff's not it."

I just grabbed my keys, told my husband, "We're going to the store. I'll cook again."

When we returned, I saw something I would never forget.

Right on our porch. ⬇️