My Dad Bragged About Lavish Gifts But Skips Child Support — Here’s the Lesson He Learned

My Father Bragged about Expensive Gifts He ‘Bought for Me’ but Doesn’t Even Pay Child Support – He Learned a Harsh Lesson

Lexie is ecstatic when her mother surprises her with a pricey and sentimental graduation gift. She uses social media, like any other adolescent, to express her gratitude and share about her gift. However, Lexie’s father, who lives far away, soon tries to say that he bought the ornate gift for her. His deceit soon starts to come apart…

It was long before I realized what it meant that my father was a ghost. I can count on one hand the amount of times I’ve heard from him since he abandoned us when I was five years old. No calls, no birthdays, and not a single penny in child support.

Well, that’s nice.

However, my mother? She has been everything to me. And even though it has always been the two of us against the world, she has always managed to make it work. And to be really honest, this woman has given up so much for me to have the opportunity to follow my goals. Music was my greatest love among all the things I’ve ever wanted to attempt.

My escape had always been music. in particular, the piano. When I was younger, my mom signed me up for classes, and I was immediately captivated. My goal was to write original music, but I required a professional-caliber digital piano to accomplish that.

The issue?

Such items are pricey. like appropriate, pricey.

Although my mother and I did not have a penurious life, we also did not have an extravagant lifestyle. My mother went above and beyond as a single mother and nurse to make sure I could continue playing. She had started working overtime and taking shortcuts wherever feasible a few months ago, all to keep me playing.

Furthermore, she never voiced complaints about the long hours or the pay, despite the fact that she was fatigued when she got home. My mother merely had faith in me.

“Lexie,” her reply would be. “At just seventeen, you are. It’s also incredible that at your age, you’ve discovered something you’re so enthusiastic about. Not to add that this isn’t just a whim; you actually have talent here. You are capable of realizing your ambition. I’ll do every effort to assist you in realizing it.”

Let’s fast-forward until graduation.

It was our custom to have cake at the conclusion of the school year, so that’s all I was expecting. I would never want more from my mother because I understood how hard she worked to keep everything running.

One night at dinner, I declared to my mother, “I’m serious.” “A graduation present is not something I want. I can assure you that I appreciate your support and that I am aware of the circumstances.”

Her words were “Oh, darling,” as she handed me a scoop of mashed potatoes. “I’m your mother, it’s my job.”

“I know, but I want you to know that I don’t expect anything,” I replied.

We attended my graduation ceremony, and when it was my turn to take the stage, my mother sobbed uncontrollably.

“My darling girl,” my mother hugged me tightly and murmured after the ceremony. “I am so proud of you!”

The true shock was when I entered our house later that day. My ideal piano was standing there.

A state-of-the-art digital piano with all the features I needed to begin writing. It was unbelievable to me. I shed a tear or two.

It was more about my mother’s sacrifices for my goals than it was about the piano per se.

I was ecstatic, so of course I posted about it on social media. My mother was the one that inspired and aspired for me, therefore I tagged her. I penned a lengthy, emotional description describing her as the world’s greatest mother.

To be honest, I was just glad to share this time with my mother, even if my post received a ton of likes and comments. All the praise was due to her.

We sat outside on the porch together that evening, and I told her, “Mom, I don’t know what to say.”

Hey, I told you, baby girl. This is what I do; I’m your mother,” she remarked.

Then, after a few days, an odd thing occurred.

One of my dad’s former acquaintances texted me. I hadn’t heard from him in a long time. After congratulating me on graduating, he made a casual comment about how kind my dad was to have purchased me such a wonderful gift.

My stomach fell out right away.

“What?” I whispered.

I initially assumed that he was probably confused. That is, until I came upon the piece that explained everything.

My father, who had not attended my graduation or given me any recognition for years, had reposted my tale on social media.

Go to his own webpage!

Naturally, he labeled it as like it were his moment. As if he had been my encouraging father the entire time and had purchased me the piano.

I’m really happy for the young girl! I have always had faith in your aspirations. This is only the start!

It stunned me. This man really had outrageous nerve.

I was shocked and just gazed at the screen. This was a man who hadn’t made any child support payments and hadn’t made any follow-up calls. Even the time I fractured my arm falling from a tree when I was twelve? He didn’t bother to see me at the hospital or afterwards, even though my mother had notified him.

I distinctly recall begging my mother, “I just want him to sign my cast.”

My mother stroked my arm and murmured, “I know, Lex.” “But he doesn’t seem to care.”

Thus, this? This was ridiculous.

I mumbled, “This man needs to pay child support.”

However, I had no idea how to approach it. Before those payments were paid, I couldn’t risk upsetting him on social media, so I didn’t want to humiliate him.

I was still furious within, anticipating the day when his deceptions would come back to haunt him.

As it happened, karma had already begun to work.

My mother and I attended a community function around two weeks later. Since it was a charity event to generate money for the community theater, it was one of those occasions where everyone in town showed up.

We were having a conversation with a group of people when a stranger approached us. He spoke to my mother as if we were longtime acquaintances before turning to face me.

“Lexie!” he exclaimed. Ralph here, and I work with your father! He has been uploading pictures of you lately, which is how I was able to identify you. He’s quite proud. Did he also get you a piano for graduation? Whoa! Well, there certainly was a show of support. You’re one fortunate girl.”

My mother tensed up beside me. She remained still.

“Oh, Ralph, you had to be really wrong. For years, my ex-husband has not made child support payments. Really, he had no involvement at all with his daughter’s life or the piano.”

Yes, Mom, we’re talking about unpaid child support for roughly what amount of time? Thirteen years at this point?” I stated.

The man seemed perplexed instead than smug.

“I apologize—what?” he exclaimed.

But my mother didn’t back down.

“I gave the piano as a gift. To make sure my daughter has all she needs for her music career, I’ve been putting in extra hours at work. Her father made no contribution whatsoever.

Poor Ralph was dumbfounded and just stood there.

As it happens, this man was more than simply my dad’s boss. He worked for my dad.

For months, my dad had been telling this story, describing himself as this wonderful, encouraging parent who would do everything for his daughter.

That is, until now.

All I had to do to realize that my father was lost was to look at Ralph’s expression. He had been caught in his lies.

Shortly after, Ralph told him he couldn’t trust him at all, which led to his dismissal. There was no getting around the fact that he had been avoiding paying years’ worth of bills.

Now that the courts were involved, he was forced to make the payment.

What about me?

I’ve been using every free moment to compose music on the piano that I know my mother would be pleased of. She is, after all, the one who has supported me consistently and has genuinely believed in me from the beginning. In addition, I’ll be attending college to study music shortly.

And my father?

He discovered, too, that feigning to be a parent is far more difficult than being one.

How would you have responded in that situation?