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Janelle Joshua, 25-11 Deerfield Road, Queens, New York, NY (2025)

10/09/2025

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10/09/2025

I'm 28, and my heart broke when my dad passed away. He wasn't just my father — he was my best friend.
I was the only one who took care of him until the very end — I was there for every hospital visit and sleepless night.
My younger sister, Emily, barely showed up — only when she needed something.
When the will was read, Dad LEFT ME $85,000 IN SAVINGS.
Emily was already planning her "dream wedding" — 150 guests, a luxury venue, champagne towers, fireworks.
But neither she nor her fiancé could afford it.
Then she started calling me non-stop:
"YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME $45,000! My wedding has to be perfect!"
I refused. Dad left the money to me so I could pay off my mortgage and cover some bills.
Then she snapped:
"Dad would have wanted you to spend it on ME! You can't even give me half? DON'T BE SO SELFISH!"
The next day, she came to my house. She was acting strangely, pacing and yelling:
"I need that money NOW! My wedding is coming up!"
I refused again. I even suggested she make her wedding smaller, but she wouldn't listen.
She slammed the door and left.
That evening, when I went to my bedroom, I noticed my safe was slightly open.
My stomach twisted. All the money WAS GONE.
Anger burned inside me — how could she do this to me?
But I decided to go to her wedding anyway. The plan was already forming in my mind.
When her big day came, I carried a LARGE GOLDEN BOX onto the stage.
Emily's eyes sparkled.
She tore off the wrapping, lifted the lid — and froze.
The crowd WENT SILENT.
Then she screamed:
"JESUS CHRIST, WHAT IS THIS?!" ⬇️

10/09/2025

I found a phone number and a note saying, "THIS IS BETWEEN US. NO ONE ELSE CAN KNOW," in my husband's coat — I bluffed to get to the bottom of it.
Although I was happy in my marriage, balancing my family life and my work as a photographer was always a delicate dance. One morning, the kids were playing, and Denton had left for work, tossing an old coat onto the donation pile the night before. "Just clearing out clutter," he'd said casually.
As I sorted through the pile, I felt something in the coat's pocket — a small, folded note. The handwriting was neat but hurried, and it sent a chill through me:
"THIS IS BETWEEN US. NO ONE ELSE CAN KNOW."
On the back was a phone number.
I froze, questions racing through my mind. Who wrote this? What was James hiding? That night, I acted normal, even as the note burned in my pocket. James laughed with the kids and kissed me goodnight as if nothing was wrong.
The next morning, after he left, I dialed the number.
"Hello?" a woman answered.
"I'D LIKE TO BOOK YOUR SERVICES!" I blurted, unsure if my bluff would work.
"If you have my number, you know the payment terms," she replied. "Come tomorrow at 2 p.m." And she gave me the address.
The next afternoon, as I stepped out of the taxi at 2 p.m., I was taken aback. "This is not at all what I expected," I thought, climbing the steps.⬇️

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I rebuilt my SIL's house after a hailstorm — she stiffed me for $18,800 and laughed in my face. But I got the last word.
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I’m 35, settled in Michigan with Sarah and two kids, and new to running my own contracting business. Finances are tight between materials, payroll, and credit cards, but doing right by people matters to me.
After a hailstorm hit, my SIL Tanya called, weeping:
"My roof's leaking! My garage is wrecked! I can't live like this!"
She’s family, so I agreed to help. She PROMISED repayment when the insurance arrived.
Three weeks of labor with my crew: new roof, siding, garage door, window frames, custom gutters. Sweltering 90° days. Family time sacrificed. $18.8k out on my credit cards.
Tanya thanked me with hugs, delivered cookies for my kids, and told everyone I was her "hero."
Work wrapped up in June.
By July? "Still waiting on the check."
August? "The adjuster messed up."
September? "They mailed it wrong, don’t stress!"
Next, Tanya pulls up in a sparkling new SUV, leather everything. Meanwhile, we scraped together dinner from canned ravioli.
"Tanya, did your insurance come in?" I ask.
"Oh yeah. Couple weeks ago," she replies, Starbucks cup in hand.
"Where’s my payment?"
She bursts out laughing,
"I thought since you're starting your business, it'd be good PORTFOLIO CASE. Besides, I babysat your kids for two hours — that counts, right?"
Couldn’t sleep that night; stewing in frustration.
For the housewarming, I phoned my team.
Next day, two of them swung by for a "warranty inspection." Their purpose wasn’t shingles. It was another "TASK." ⬇️

10/09/2025

I've been dating my fiancé, Brandon (32M), for just over a year. We got engaged two months ago. We'd started planning a wedding for next spring.
Then, a few weeks ago, Brandon said his mom, Janet, was organizing a beach vacation in South Carolina and really wanted me to come. He pitched it as she wanted to get to know me better.
I figured this was a chance to bond. We could use the time to relax before the chaos of wedding planning. So I agreed.
But that's when the real show began. When we arrived, Brandon said we'd be sleeping in SEPARATE rooms. He scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, my mom thinks it's… improper to share a bed before marriage. Let's just respect her wishes, okay?"
So… I bit my tongue. I didn't want to cause waves. Yet.
Then the next morning, Janet "casually" asked me TO TIDY HER ROOM. She said, "The maid service here is outrageous, and since you're going to be the lady of the house soon, you might as well practice."
I smiled tightly and said I was going for a walk. But that wasn't even the worst of it.
On the second day, we were at the beach. Janet refused to lift a finger. She lay on her lounger like Cleopatra, barking orders at me.
"Honey, bring me a cocktail?"
"Can you reapply my sunscreen?"
"Would you mind RUBBING MY FEET? My bunions are acting up."
When I finally said, "Janet, I'm on vacation too. I'd rather not run back and forth while you're relaxing," her face froze. I swear it was like I'd just spit in church.
Brandon pulled me aside. "What's wrong with you?" he hissed. "You're being RUDE. My mom is trying to include you."
Include me? In what? The Help?
Still, I let it go.
Until Day Four.
That night, after dinner, I overheard something that made my blood run cold.
I'd gone upstairs early with a headache. But I realized I'd left my phone on the patio. As I quietly headed back down, I heard voices. Brandon and Janet.
Brandon said something so low I almost missed it. "Should we just tell her this NOW?" ⬇️

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There was a girl in my class who always bullied me and made sure I felt worthless. Her name was Nancy.
Nancy wasn't just mean—she was calculating. Knowing exactly how, she made people laugh at me, not with me. She made sure I was the last to be picked in gym class. Ensured I ate lunch alone. She made sure I always felt less than.
The only good thing was that after high school, I left. I moved states away, went to college, built a career, and found a life that no longer had room for childhood tormentors.
Which is why, when my brother called me one night and said, "I'm engaged!" I was thrilled for him—until he told me who he was engaged to.
Nancy.
I laughed, thinking it was a joke. It wasn't. I thought maybe she's changed. Spoiler alert: she hadn't.
At the engagement party, she spent the entire night making snide remarks about my hair, my job, my lack of a boyfriend. In a group, she'd frame it like a joke, like I was the one being overly sensitive. Alone, she'd lean in and murmur insults under her breath, too low for anyone else to hear.
And my brother? He laughed along with her.
Fine. She wanted to play? Let's play.
At their wedding, she smirked at me over a glass of champagne.
"Where's your gift?" she asked sweetly.
I smiled. "Oh, I didn't forget. It's special. Expensive. Delivered to your home."
Her eyes lit up. "What is it?"
I leaned in and replied with a smile, "SOMETHING YOU'LL NEVER FORGET." ⬇️

10/08/2025

I found a young man freezing at the cemetery on Thanksgiving and invited him in — later, I screamed, "Stop! What are you doing?!" as he crept toward my bed.
I'm 78, living alone in the home my husband built in the '70s. He's no longer alive, and my only relatives, some cousins, live far away.
Four years ago, my son, his wife, and their children died in a car accident on their way to visit me. Since then, the holidays have been reminders of all that is gone. Still, I choose to honor them, especially for Thanksgiving, which they loved.
This last Thanksgiving was quiet: a turkey breast, instant potatoes, and that wobbly cranberry sauce. Silence weighed down every room.
After dinner, I visited the cemetery with chrysanthemums for the graves. There I saw a young man, maybe about twenty, lying by a headstone, shaking, with no winter gear.
I hurried over.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
He whispered, "I'm fine. Just... nowhere to go tonight."
I told him nobody should spend Thanksgiving in the cemetery and invited him back with me.
He eventually accepted. I gave him one of my son's old sweaters and some warm tea. His smile was small. "You didn't have to help me," he said. "But you did. I won't forget."
Later, I slept better than usual. The house felt less empty.
After midnight, I woke up to the sound of slow footsteps.
A shadow paused under my door, then it opened.
He stood there, lit only by the hallway, with a strange look.
He walked toward me. My heart pounded.
"STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I yelled, voice unsteady.⬇️

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