Mom Becomes Servant to Pregnant Daughter, Only to Uncover Shocking Lie

My Pregnant Daughter Made Me Her Personal Servant as She Felt Bad — I Discovered She Was Lying

“Mom, I’m so exhausted and queasy. I have trouble moving at all.” Those statements made me think my kid needed my assistance, but I was astonished and devastated to learn what I had done.

Emma had a history of frequent arguments with her husband, Mark, while she was pregnant. Despite being newlyweds expecting their first kid, they were unable to get along for some reason.

After their arguments got out of hand, they decided that their living situation was not suitable for a pregnant woman. Emma freely chose to move in with me temporarily as a result, and I was looking forward to our quality time together.

I had no idea what kind of surprise (or lack thereof) was in store for me. In any case, the couple’s time apart allowed them to decompress. Although Mark continued to be helpful, he was relieved that Emma was no longer tolerable.

When he protested, she acted like a servant, slouching around and showing him no consideration. Their intense argument as a result of this dynamic caused her to move out.

Naturally, I consented to Emma staying with me. I wanted to help her during this difficult moment as her mother. At the age of sixty-one, I work forty-five hours a week.

I eventually found myself taking care of all the cooking and housework despite my hectic schedule. Emma felt nauseous most of the time, so at first it was okay.

I was more than a little disappointed, though, and thought she would provide a more thorough explanation after I noticed something that completely changed everything.

Because of my dog, I have a camera at home, but I’ve never informed Emma about it. I was shocked when I watched the video two days ago. Emma was bringing in shopping bags, stretching, and dancing.

She pulled out some new outfits and began to try them on. I had eyes I couldn’t believe. It was startling how different she seemed from her lively, carefree personality to the frail, defenseless one she displayed to me at home.

I believed Emma had finally recovered because she stayed with me for free. However, I found her weak and requesting me to bring her favorite chips when I got home. Despite my suspicions, I followed her instructions. The same thing happened the next day.

At last, I realized that she was making a joke out of me. I chose to make a plan that she would find offensive. I responded in kind the next time she began to complain.

I started talking about how I felt sick and helpless. She persisted in this for a few days before starting to insist that I comply with her wishes.

Emma got frustrated and started acting harsh toward me. “You’re so callous, Mom! Even though you are aware that I am pregnant, you won’t assist me!” She tried to guilt-trip me before snapping and speaking in an irate tone.

“Emma, I’ve been trying my best to care for you while you figure things out with Mark,” I said, stunned. However, you must realize that I have boundaries as well.”

Emma was still determined to make me feel bad for resisting her requests. Her voice brimming with accusations, “You just don’t care about me,” she added.

I advised her to get over her expectations of me and stood my ground. I’ve tried my hardest to help you.”

Emma attempted to play it cool and attributed her actions to her hormones. She remarked, “Maybe it’s just the hormones making me act this way,” but I didn’t buy it.

I then played the video for her. Emma paled.

“Mom, how come you don’t assist me? You are aware of how awful I feel,” she cried out.

“It’s funny that you said that,” I shot back. “You seem to have plenty of energy when I’m not around.”

She questioned, perplexed, “What are you talking about?”

“This,” I murmured, launching the video of her dancing and dressing up.

She began, “Mom, I can explain…”

“What exactly should I explain? that you have been deceiving me and abusing my generosity?” I cut you off.

All I needed was a vacation. “I apologize for lying,” she said.

“A rest? From where? You live here for free, you don’t work, and you don’t help around the house,” I remarked, getting angry.

“Mom, I apologize. Emma said, “I just didn’t know what else to do.”

“I understand that pregnancy is tough, but deceiving me isn’t the answer,” I said. “You’ll help out around the house and be honest with me going forward. Just ask for help if you need it. Don’t mislead me again, though.”

“Mom, I swear. I truly apologize,” she uttered.

“All right. Let’s get things going again. Together, we can overcome this, but it will require mutual respect and trust,” I said.

After that day, things began to get better. Emma came to understand the value of being honest, and we collaborated to make our household a more harmonious and encouraging place.

We both learned a lot from this experience about respect, trust, and what it really means to be a family. Emma eventually returned to her married household after expressing regret and offering an apology to me. She also understood that she needed to tell Mark the truth.

With trepidation, Emma said, “Mark, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What’s wrong?” With anxiety, Mark enquired.

Emma said, “I’ve been fooling you too.” “I acted like I could barely move and exaggerated how sick I felt.”

With a sigh, Mark took a minute to assimilate what he had heard. He said softly, “Emma, why did you do that?”

“I just felt overwhelmed and didn’t know how else to cope,” she said. “I’m so sorry for deceiving you.”

Mark gave her a hug, feeling both relieved and sympathetic at the same time. “Emma, don’t worry. I am aware of how difficult pregnancy is. From here, let’s just proceed forward.”

Emma is due any day soon to give birth to their first child. Having experienced a miscarriage in the past, she has always yearned to become a mother, and this child will be her miracle.

In the meantime, Mark is thrilled to welcome a new member of the family as a soon-to-be father. I have no doubt that he and Emma will give their child a big hug and spoil him.

As they approached motherhood with fresh candor and regard for one another, the couple’s relationship became stronger. They were reminded of the value of telling the truth to one another and the force of forgiveness by this chapter in their lives.