When I realized my mom was getting neglected by my dad, I decided to get involved in their relationship with the hope of making things better. I thought I was doing them a favor, but what started as a harmless prank spiraled into something more.
I never imagined that my attempt to rekindle the romance between my parents would end up tearing our family apart. I did it thinking I was helping them, but it backfired. Here’s my story of how I pushed my parents to separate.
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I am Cassandra, and I’m 23 years old. After graduating college, I moved back in with my parents while I searched for my first full-time job. I noticed that something was off in my parents’ marriage. My mom seemed distant, and my dad, though a good man, had grown complacent.
The little gestures of love and appreciation that used to be a regular part of their relationship had all but disappeared. I knew my mom had been feeling taken for granted for years, and after minding my own business for a while, I decided to intervene.
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One day, while browsing the local farmers’ market, I saw a bouquet of roses on sale. They immediately reminded me of how long it had been since my mom received flowers. An idea came to me suddenly, and it was an impulse decision.
I figured a small, anonymous gesture might be what my mom needed to feel special again. And maybe, just maybe, it would spark something in my dad to step up his romantic game. I bought the roses, wrote a simple note, and left them on our doorstep, signing it with a flourish from “Your Secret Admirer.”
The bouquet of roses that Emily left on her parents’ front door | Source: Midjourney
What started as a single bouquet quickly turned into a full-on campaign! Week after week, I left chocolates, handwritten letters, and little gifts on the doorstep, all in the name of this fictional admirer.
I thought I was helping and was making my mom feel appreciated while reminding my dad of the importance of the little things. But I was so wrong. One evening, after yet another delivery from...
