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How Can a Mother Do Such a Thing? She Sent Her Four-Year-Old Son to a Children’s Home Because She Refused to Care for Him, but My Friend and Her Husband Gave Him the Love and Life He Deserved

How can the earth bear such mothers! She sent her own child to a care home because she didnt want to

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IS IT REALLY THE ORCHID’S FAULT? “Polly, take this orchid or else I’ll throw it out,” Kate said, carelessly lifting the clear pot from the windowsill and handing it to me. “Oh, thanks, darling! But what’s wrong with this orchid?” I asked in confusion, noting the three thriving, beautiful orchids next to it. “It was a wedding gift to my son. And you know how that marriage ended…” Kate sighed heavily. “I know your Dennis divorced before the first anniversary. I won’t ask why—I can guess it was serious. He adored Tanya,” I didn’t want to reopen Kate’s wounds. “I’ll tell you one day, Polly, but for now it’s too painful,” Kate said, turning away with tears in her eyes. I brought home the “outcast,” the “forsaken” orchid. My husband looked at the poor flower with pity: “What do you need that stunted plant for? Even I can see there’s no life in that orchid. Don’t bother.” “I want to try to revive it. I’ll give it love and care. You’ll see—you’ll fall for this orchid yet,” I promised, determined to breathe life into the wilted plant. He winked playfully: “Who could turn down love?” A week later, Kate called: “Polly, can I come round? I need to talk—can’t keep carrying this burden. I want to tell you everything about Dennis’s failed marriage.” “Just come, Katya. I’ll be waiting,” I couldn’t say no to my friend; she’d supported me through my first painful divorce and during rocky times with my current husband… We’d been friends for years. Kate turned up an hour later. Settled comfortably in the kitchen, with a glass of dry wine, a strong cup of coffee, and some dark chocolate, she poured out the whole story. “I never imagined my ex-daughter-in-law was capable of what she did. Dennis and Tanya had been together seven years before marrying. He left Annie for her—a real shame; I always thought Annie was so homely and sweet, I even called her ‘daughter.’ Then Tanya appeared—a real stunner. Dennis was besotted, followed her like a shadow, swooning around her. His love was all-consuming; Annie faded into memory. I admit, Tanya looks like a supermodel. Dennis loved showing her off. They turned heads anywhere they went. Odd, though: not a single child in all those years. Maybe my son wanted to do everything properly: the wedding, then babies. Dennis isn’t one for sharing much, and we never interfered. Then came the big announcement: ‘Mum, Dad, I’m marrying Tanya. We’re booked at the registry, and I’m throwing a wedding to remember. No expense spared.’ My husband and I were over the moon. Dennis was turning thirty—it was about time he had a proper family. But the wedding date got postponed—twice! Illness, work trips; everything seemed jinxed. But Dennis glowed with happiness, so I kept my worries to myself. Even the church ceremony he wanted—no luck! Father Stanley was called back to his home parish and Dennis only wanted him. It was all hurdles and setbacks, signals everywhere… But in the end, we had the big wedding—look, here’s a photo. See the orchid? Blooming, magnificent! The leaves were upright as soldiers. Now? Just limp scraps. Then Dennis and Tanya planned a honeymoon to Paris—but were stopped at the airport. Tanya apparently hadn’t paid a hefty fine and wasn’t allowed abroad. Another disaster. Dennis brushed off every setback, dreamily planning a happy family. Suddenly Dennis fell gravely ill, hospitalised in serious condition. The doctors couldn’t promise anything. Tanya visited for a week before calmly telling him, ‘Sorry, but a disabled husband isn’t for me. I’ve filed for divorce.’ Can you imagine, Polly, what my son felt, lying helpless in a hospital bed? But he quietly replied, ‘I understand, Tanya. I won’t stand in your way.’ They divorced. But then, Dennis recovered, thanks to a skilled doctor. Six months later, he was as good as new—youth is resilient. We befriended Doctor Peter and his lovely daughter, Mary. At first Dennis scoffed, ‘She’s too short. And not exactly pretty.’ I told him, ‘Looks aren’t everything. Your ex was beautiful… it’s better to drink water in happiness than honey in sorrow.’ Dennis couldn’t forget Tanya, though—her betrayal stung him deeply. But Mary adored Dennis, trailing after him like a puppy, calling constantly. We tried to bring them together, took everyone on a trip to the countryside. Dennis moped, immune to crackling fires or delicious barbecue, ignoring Mary’s every glance. I said to my husband, ‘This match won’t work. Dennis still loves Tanya. She’s a splinter in his heart.’ Three, four months passed. One evening Dennis appeared at the door, holding that infamous orchid: ‘Here, Mum—the last relic of old happiness. Do what you will; I don’t want it.’ I accepted the orchid reluctantly; I’d grown to hate it, as though it were to blame for my son’s misery. I shoved it in a corner and neglected it. One day a neighbour remarked, ‘Kate, I saw Dennis with a tiny young lady. Not as tall or glamorous as the last wife.’ Could Dennis really be dating Mary? Later, Dennis beamed, arm around his gentle new wife, ‘Meet Mary—we’re married now.’ My husband and I were shocked. ‘How? No wedding, no guests?’ ‘No need for fuss. We’ve done the big bash already. Quiet registry, and Father Stanley did the blessing. Mary and I are together, for good.’ I pulled Dennis aside, ‘Son, do you love her? Don’t hurt Mary. Is this a rebound?’ ‘No, Mum, I’m not taking revenge on Tanya. I’ve moved on. Mary just… fits my life, perfectly.’ And that’s my story, Polly. Kate poured her heart out. After that heartfelt talk, we didn’t see each other for two years—life got in the way. Meanwhile, the orchid revived and bloomed gloriously—flowers know how to reward care. I ran into Kate at the maternity hospital: ‘Hi, what brings you here?’ ‘Mary just had twins! They’re being discharged today,’ Kate beamed. Nearby stood Dennis and Kate’s husband, waiting, red roses in hand. Then came Mary, tired but glowing, followed by the nurse carrying two tiny bundles. Moments later, my own daughter appeared with my newborn granddaughter… Tanya begs Dennis to forgive her and start again. But you know, Polly—a broken cup can be glued, but you’ll never drink from it the same way…

IS IT REALLY THE ORCHIDS FAULT? Polly, please take this orchid off my hands or itll find itself in the

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READY FOR AN ENGLISH HUSBAND: Alla’s Unlikely Search for Lasting Love, a Cheating Spouse, a Best Friend’s Betrayal, a Dashing Algerian Student, and a Fiery Second Act at Forty—With a Son, a Knitting Class, and a Granddaughter Named After Her Epic Romance

Lydia always yearned for a happy marriage. Shed already had one go at it, rather unsuccessfully.

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Elderly Woman Welcomes Two Homeless Black Children; 27 Years Later, They Halted Her Life Sentence

I remember that winter night three decades ago, when I was walking back from the corner shop in the little

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I’ve Had Enough of Uninvited Weekend Guests: How My Brother-in-Law’s Family Took Over Our Home and What I Did to Finally Get My Weekends Back

Ive honestly had enough of you turning up every single weekend! Maybe you know this particular sort of

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Like a Bird Drawn to a Sweet Song: “Girls, You Should Marry Once for Life—Stay by Your Beloved Till Your Last Breath, Not Wander the World in Endless Search for Your Soulmate. Otherwise, You’ll End Up a Bitten-Down Apple. A Married Man Is Off-Limits—Don’t Even Try Starting Something, Or Misfortune Will Find You. My Parents Have Been Together Fifty Years—They’re My Example. I’ll Cherish My Own Fate Just as Carefully.” These Were the Convictions I Declared at Twenty, Taught by My Grandmother’s Wise Words—But Destiny Wrote Its Own Script for Me…

LIKE A BIRD TO A CALLER Girls, you should only marry once, and for life. You ought to stand by the one

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Is the Orchid to Blame? “Polly, take this orchid or I’ll just throw it out,” Kate said offhandedly, handing me the clear pot from the windowsill. “Oh, thanks, love! But what’s wrong with this orchid?” I wondered aloud, since there were still three gorgeous, well-tended orchids on her windowsill. “This one was a wedding gift for my son. And you know how that ended…” Kate sighed heavily. “I know your Dennis got divorced less than a year into the marriage. I won’t pry about the reasons—I can imagine they were serious. After all, he adored Tanya,” I replied, not wanting to reopen old wounds. “I’ll tell you one day, Polly, I promise. For now, it’s all just too painful,” Kate said thoughtfully, wiping away a tear. I brought the “banished” and “rejected” orchid home. My husband glanced at the forlorn flower with pity. “Why do you want that runt? That orchid’s got no life left. Even I can see that. Don’t waste your time.” “I want to bring it back to life. I’ll give it love and care. You’ll see—you’ll be admiring this orchid in no time,” I said, determined to nurse the drooping, dying plant back to health. He grinned and winked at me. “Who can say no to love?” A week later, Kate rang. “Polly, can I come by? I can’t keep this bottled up anymore. I want to tell you everything about Dennis’ disastrous marriage.” “Of course, Kate, just get yourself here. I’m waiting,” I said immediately. She’d stood by me through my own messy divorces—a friendship spanning many years. Kate arrived within an hour, settling into my kitchen with a glass of dry wine, a cup of proper British tea and some dark chocolate. The conversation stretched on, a long tale of heartache and life’s twists. “I never thought my ex-daughter-in-law could do something like that,” Kate recalled. “Dennis and Tanya were together for seven years. He left Annie for Tanya, and I adored Ann. She was so homely, cozy—I even called her my daughter. And then, suddenly, this glamorous Tanya showed up, and Dennis lost his head. He fluttered around her like a bee to a bright flower—such a consuming love. Annie was quickly forgotten. “To be fair, Tanya looked like a model. Dennis loved the way his mates would take notice of her, and people would turn for a second glance. But I found it odd they never had kids in all those years—they said they were waiting to do it all properly after marriage. Dennis never shared much and we didn’t pry. “Then one day, he tells us, ‘Mum, Dad, I’m marrying Tanya. We’ve put in the paperwork. The wedding will be the event of the year. No expense spared.’ We were thrilled—finally, at thirty, our boy would have an official family. “But we had to postpone the wedding twice—Dennis fell ill, then I got delayed on a work trip. I felt uneasy about it, but told Dennis nothing—he was so happy. He even wanted to get married in church, but the vicar was away and nothing seemed to line up. It felt like signs were everywhere… “We finally had the big day—just look at these photos! See the orchid? It was so lush and proud back then, the leaves all standing tall. Now it’s just limp leaves left. “After the wedding, they were meant to honeymoon in Paris. But at the airport, they got stopped—turns out Tanya hadn’t paid off a huge fine and they couldn’t leave. Dennis didn’t let it get to him—he was floating on hopes of a happy family. “But then Dennis got seriously ill, ended up in hospital, and things were grim. The doctors had little hope. For a week, Tanya visited, then told him: “‘Sorry, but I can’t handle a disabled husband. I’ve filed for divorce.’ “Imagine, Polly, how Dennis felt, stuck in that hospital bed? He answered her calmly: ‘I understand, Tanya. I won’t fight the divorce.’ “They split up. “By some miracle, Dennis recovered—thanks to Dr. Bogdan, who brought him back in six months. Through him, we met his lovely 20-year-old daughter, Maisie. At first Dennis was not interested at all—‘Too short, not my type.’ “But I told him, ‘Look closer, son. There’s more to love than looks. Better to drink water in joy, than honey in sorrow.’ “He couldn’t forget Tanya, but Maisie absolutely adored Dennis, called all the time, followed him everywhere. “We tried to bring them together, family picnic and all, but Dennis just moped about, lost in memories. Maisie hung on every word, but he didn’t notice her. “I told my husband, ‘Our matchmaking’s wasted. Dennis is still haunted by Tanya.’ “Three or four months went by. Doorbell rings—there’s Dennis, holding the infamous orchid. “‘Here, Mum—this is all that’s left of my former happiness. Do what you like with it. I don’t want this exotic thing any more.’ “I barely accepted the orchid. I hated it—as if it had brought all my son’s misfortune. Hid it away, didn’t water it. “Not long ago, a neighbour asked me, ‘Kate, I’ve seen Dennis out with a Thumbelina—your ex-daughter-in-law was prettier.’ “I didn’t believe it—but soon Dennis and Maisie showed up, married. “‘Meet my wife,’ Dennis said, beaming, holding her hand. “My husband and I stared. ‘Wait—where was the wedding? What about a party?’ “‘No need for all the fuss. We just went quietly to the registry, the vicar blessed us. Maisie and I are together, for good,’ Dennis said. “I took my son aside and asked if he really loved Maisie, or was it just revenge on Tanya. “‘No, Mum, not revenge. I got over her. As for love… well, Maisie’s world matches mine, perfectly.’ “That’s the story, Polly.” Kate had poured out her heart. …After that, we didn’t see each other for two years—life got in the way. But the orchid, under my care, bloomed more beautifully than ever—a silent thank you for the attention. When I finally met Kate again, it was outside the hospital. “Hey, old friend! What brings you here?” “Maisie just had twins—getting discharged today!” Kate beamed. Nearby stood Dennis and her husband, waiting with a bouquet of red roses. Then out came Maisie, tired but glowing, with two tiny, sleeping bundles in arms. My own daughter stood behind her, cradling my newborn granddaughter. Tanya, meanwhile, was begging Dennis to forgive her and take her back. You might be able to glue a broken cup, but you’ll never drink from it the same way again… Is the Orchid Really to Blame?

IS THE ORCHID TO BLAME? Emily, take this orchid with you, or Ill just toss it, Sarah said brusquely

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My Sister-in-Law Spent Her Holidays at a Luxury Resort While We Renovated the House, and Now She Expects to Live Comfortably with Us We Offered to Chip In Together for the House Renovation—She Refused, But Now Wants to Move In Because Her Half Is Uninhabitable. So Really, It’s Her Own Fault! The House Belonged to My Husband’s Grandmother; He Inherited It with His Sister After She Passed Away. The House Was Old, but We Decided to Renovate and Live There. With Two Separate Entrances, it Could Comfortably Fit Two Families, and the Yard and Utility Space Were Shared. Both Sides Had the Same Number of Rooms. The Inheritance Was Settled Quietly After We Married. My Mother-in-Law Immediately Declined the Property—She Preferred City Life—and Told Her Children: “Do What You Want.” My Husband and My Sister-in-Law’s Husband Saved Up to Fix the Roof and Reinforce the Foundations. When We Wanted to Continue Renovating, My Sister-in-Law Lost Her Temper—She Had No Intention of Investing in “That Old Cottage.” Her Husband Didn’t Argue and Just Left the Discussion. My Husband and I Planned to Move In. The Village Is Close to Town, We Own a Car, So the Commute Is Easy. More Importantly, We Were Tired of Cramped City Living and Longed for a Home of Our Own, But Building New Was Out of Our Budget. For My Sister-in-Law, the House Was Like a Holiday Cottage—She Planned to Visit in Summer, Maybe Host a Barbecue, but She Told Us Not to Count On Her. In Four Years, We Fully Renovated Our Half—Took Out Loans, Built a Bathroom, Installed Central Heating, Replaced All the Wiring and Windows, Even Glazed the Balcony. We Worked Nearly Nonstop to Make Our Dream Come True. Meanwhile, My Sister-in-Law Continued Her Luxury Holiday Escapades, Never Caring About Her Half or Our Work. She Lived for Herself. But Then, After Having a Baby and Going on Maternity Leave, Her Finances Tightened, and She Suddenly Remembered Her Half of the House. Caring for a Baby in a Tiny Flat Was Hard When a Large Yard and Fresh Air Were Waiting There. We’d Already Rented Out Our Old Apartment and Moved In, Never Touching Her Side. Over the Years, Her Half Fell Into Disrepair—Honestly, I Don’t Know How She Expected to Live There with No Heating or Indoor Toilet. She Arrived for a Month with Luggage and Asked to Stay With Us “Just for a Week”—I Felt I Had No Choice. Her Son Is Wildly Noisy, Just Like His Mother, Who Behaved as If She Owned the Place Without Any Consideration. Since I Work from Home, It Was Unbearable, So I Stayed at a Friend’s House For a While, Looking After Her Place While She Was Away. I Returned Nearly a Month Later, First Because of My Mum Falling Ill, Completely Forgetting My Sister-in-Law Was Still Supposedly with Us—Assuming She’d Gone Home. Imagine My Shock to Find She Was Still Living in Our Half, Acting Like It Was Hers. When I Asked When She Planned to Leave, She Responded: “Where should I go with a Small Child? I’m Fine Here.” “We’ll Take You Back to the City Tomorrow,” I Said. “I Don’t Want to Go.” “If You Can’t Even Bother to Clean Your Own Half, Go Back—This Isn’t a Hotel.” “What Right Do You Have to Throw Me Out? This Is My House Too!” “Your House Is Next Door—Go and Live There.” She Tried to Turn My Husband Against Me, But He Stood Firm—She Was Out of Bounds. She Stormed Off, Only to Have My Mother-in-Law Berate Us by Phone: “You Had No Right to Throw Her Out, It’s Her Property!” My Husband Replied, “She Could Have Stayed on Her Side—She’s the Lady There.” “How Can You Expect Her to Live There With a Baby? No Heating, Toilet’s Outside. You Should Take Care of Your Sister!” He Lost His Temper and Told His Mother the Whole Truth: We’d Offered to Renovate Together, It Would Have Been Cheaper for Both, But She Refused. Why Are We Blamed Now For Her Choices? We Then Suggested That She Sell Us Her Half. She Agreed—but At a Price That Would Buy a Fully Renovated House. We Weren’t Happy About It. Now, We’re Caught in Family Drama. My Mother-in-Law is Constantly Offended, Alina Is a Nuisance Whenever She Visits—Loud Parties, Minor Vandalism, Damaging the Shared Yard. So We’ve Started Building a Fence to Separate Our Properties Once and For All. There’s No Room for Compromise—This Is Exactly the Situation My Sister-in-Law Wanted.

So, you know how we were slogging away doing up the house, right? Meanwhile, my sister-in-law Emma was

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My Childhood Friend Came to Visit: She Chose Not to Have Children, Wanted to Live Life for Herself—Now at 60, She Shares Why She Never Regretted Her Decision

Today I met up with an old childhood friend. We’re both sixty now. When we finished university

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A Teacher Without a Wife or Children Opens His Heart to Adopt Three Orphans

When Mr Thomas Avery turned thirty, his address book listed no wife, no childrenjust a rented terraced