My Son and Unemployed Husband Act like I Don’t Exist – Have I Taught Them the Right Lesson?

Regina felt ghosted by her jobless husband, Patrick, and their son, Milo, who played video games all day while she worked. Frustrated, she devised a bold plan to teach them a lesson.

“Hey, honey,” Regina said one night, finding no dinner. Patrick, engrossed in his game, shrugged, “Busy! Let’s order takeout?” This routine repeated night after night, with Patrick’s job search yielding nothing but excuses.

Unable to take it anymore, Regina took all the cash and credit cards and left for a friend’s house. The next day, Patrick called, asking casually, “Where are you? Everything alright?” Regina replied, “I had a last-minute business trip,” expecting concern about the missing money. Instead, he simply said, “Okay, bye!”

Regina hurried home, worried her plan had backfired. She found Patrick and Milo had gone fishing. “Mom! Dad taught me how to fish so I can find food when I don’t have any money!” Milo exclaimed. Regina’s plan had failed; instead of learning responsibility, they bonded.

Patrick, sensing her distress, said, “We don’t need the money you make. It’s great, but we just need you. Here. With us.” Regina realized the importance of presence over money. Patrick assured, “We’ll figure it out. Money can’t buy love!”

Regina, tearfully hugging Patrick, decided it was time for a new family routine, one where everyone contributed. “Family time is more important than money,” she concluded, understanding that her presence mattered most.

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