My Stepfather Forced My Mom to Clean and Shovel Snow with a Broken Leg – So I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson!

When I left for college in another city, I assumed distance would finally give my mom the freedom she deserved.

Paula, my mother, had spent her life giving herself to everyone else—first my father, then me, and then a demanding hospital administrator job that chewed up her energy and called it dedication. She worked long hours, remembering every nurse’s birthday and every patient complaint by name, yet still came home to make sure the laundry was folded “correctly.”

So when she told me she’d started seeing someone from work, I felt relief more than surprise. She deserved companionship. She deserved someone who’d bring her coffee without asking, who’d notice tight shoulders and tell her to sit down.

His name was Dennis.

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