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

The driveway was still buried. The porch was unusable, and every window was pressed in by thick walls of packed snow.

It was a fortress of cold and silence. We drove away.

I brought my mom home with me that night. We made soup, and I helped her change into soft pajamas.

She filed for divorce two weeks later.

And Dennis? Well, last I heard, he tried to dig the snow out himself.

Slipped on the porch and twisted his back. Karma really does wear boots sometimes.

The house sat empty for a while. The neighborhood kids started calling it the ice palace.

People slowed down when they drove by. Some took pictures. I didn’t care.

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