Social media has a way of creeping into your life, becoming a part of your relationships, whether you like it or not. It’s harmless for the most part — cute pictures and updates for friends and family. But sometimes, things take a turn you never see coming.
Mark and I had been together for almost a year. Honestly, he was the perfect boyfriend. Sweet, caring, and always making me laugh, whether we were out hiking or just watching TV on a lazy Sunday. I felt so lucky to have him in my life. So, I figured it was time to make things official on Facebook.
We were on a hiking trail one afternoon when we snapped a picture together. It was cute — us smiling with the sun shining behind us. “Just me and my favorite person on our latest adventure!” I captioned it, adding a couple of heart emojis. I shared the post, excited to share a bit of our happiness with the world.
Then, ten minutes later, I got a notification that made my stomach drop. It wasn’t a like or a comment. It was a message: “YOU MUST RUN FROM HIM. NOW.”
I stared at my phone, my heart pounding. Who would send something like that? I clicked on the profile, hoping for some clue, but there was nothing — no info, no pictures, just a blank, empty page. The message itself was terrifying enough, but this? It was like a ghost had sent it.
I glanced at Mark, who was busy tossing our backpacks into the car, completely unaware of the storm building inside me. Should I tell him?
My mind raced, but before I could even process what was happening, another message popped up: “Don’t tell Mark anything. Listen carefully. Smile, don’t be aggressive with him. You don’t know what he’s capable of. You got it?”
I could feel the blood drain from my face. What was this? Who was sending these messages? And why were they so certain I was in danger?
“I’m meeting my mom for lunch tomorrow,” I said casually over breakfast, trying not to let my voice tremble.
Mark didn’t look up from his coffee right away. “Really? You didn’t mention it before.”
“Oh, yeah,” I replied quickly, my heart racing. “She called last night. Last minute thing.”
Mark finally met my eyes, his expression unreadable. “Alright,” he said slowly.
I tried to focus on my coffee, but all I could feel was the weight of his gaze as if he was trying to see straight through me.
The next day, I left the house. As I slipped out the door, I could feel Mark’s eyes on me. I tried to act normal, but my stomach was in knots. Every time I looked back at him, there was that same unreadable look on his face. Was he suspicious? Did he know something was wrong?
Our Granddaughter Accused Us of Being Cheap after Getting Our Wedding Present
My husband and I bought our granddaughter Eloise a wedding gift from her registry, but she accused us of being cheap. She expected the $40,000 cash gift we give our grandkids before their weddings. Upset, she threatened to cut us off.
“We buy a small gift from the registry and give a check for $40,000 the day before the wedding,” I explained. This time, we sent an air fryer, the cheapest item on her list. Eloise called, livid: “An air fryer? That’s the cheapest thing you could find?”
I told her, “Yes, we’re cheap, old, and useless. The only thing you didn’t know is that the day before the wedding, we were going to gift you a check for $40,000.”
Eloise’s reaction made us reconsider giving the cash. Later, she found out about our tradition and accused us of discrimination. “Why didn’t I get anything?”
“We felt after your reaction, it wasn’t right to go ahead with the gift,” I said. Eloise, now boycotting Christmas, refuses to understand our perspective. Despite this, our door and hearts remain open to her.
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