Stepmom Made Me Wash Dishes for Not Gifting a Dishwasher — But Karma Had the Last Word!

My Stepmom Told Me to Wash Dishes After Her Birthday Party Because I Didn’t Gift Her a Dishwasher – Karma Hit back for Her Audacity

Mia is forced to follow instructions when her stepmother Trudy organizes a lavish celebration for her 45th birthday, even if it means acting as a covert assistant for the duration of the event. Fortunately for Mia, though, karma appears to be on her side and prepared to give Trudy a lesson.

This story is one of those instances where the cosmos intervenes and gives you a cosmic smackdown when you least expect it, so grab some popcorn, people.

Allow me to present the main characters in the narrative:

My name is Mia. At sixteen years old, I’m confined to a suburban house with my dad and Trudy, my stepmother. Now that Trudy has been here for almost two years, she really does have the “wicked stepmother” persona down pat.

I have no doubt that if you looked up “entitled” in the dictionary, her image would be the first thing to pop up.

Living with her has been like being on a lousy reality show, only without anyone recording or compensating me for my efforts.

Dad does his best to keep out of the way. He’s the stereotypical “happy wife, happy life” kind of guy, but Trudy is never truly content. She is the kind that believes everything will revolve around her and satisfy her every need.

Let’s now discuss last Saturday, which was Trudy’s birthday celebration day. In all honesty, it could have passed for a wedding celebration because it was that extravagant.

Trudy was 45 years old, and she was doing everything she could to cling to her younger years. She paraded about the home like a queen during the week before the celebration.

She exclaimed, “You’d better get me something special this year, Mia,” as soon as she saw me chopping fruit for my smoothie in the morning. “A dishwasher is a fantastic addition. I’ve done a lot for you after all.”

Yes, exactly. The legendary Trudy. If you count bossing me around like I’m some kind of Cinderella imitation, she’s done a lot for me.

“Uh, Trudy,” I said, putting yogurt in the blender, “I’m kind of saving for my prom dress.”

I could already see where this discussion was headed.

She gave me this strange expression, as if she was surprised that I had just said that.

“Your prom dress?” she asked in jest. “Mia, it is absurd! You can just purchase an item from one of the apparel retailers. Something inexpensive. Dishwasher use is far more sensible. I’m tired of hearing justifications.

Apologies? It completely stunned me. This woman truly thought that just because she “deserved” an appliance, I should spend all of my savings on it. I mean, when I need her, where’s my fairy godmother?

In any case, it was Trudy who persuaded my father that I was too young to work a weekend or after-school job.

“On this street, Mia can only watch children,” Trudy informed my father at supper one evening. She’ll be close to home and safe in a few houses. It’s not like she needs that much money, either.”

And me, saving for my prom dress? These came from the babysitting gigs I had taken on throughout the previous year.

They wouldn’t cover the outfit I wanted, much less a miniature dishwasher. I was, however, adamant that I would continue to find my passion.

Let’s fast-forward to Trudy’s 45th birthday. There were more flower arrangements than a garden center, caterers in full swing, and an event planner running around with a clipboard.

I was in the background, putting up drink stations, cleaning mirrors, and generally trying not to make eye contact.

“Oh my goodness,” I thought to myself, “are they coming over?”

I attempted to head for my room after setting up the gin station in the hopes of getting ready before Trudy’s entourage of pals arrived.

Trudy seemed to become a celebrity the moment the guests arrived. As she strolled about, pretending to grin and accepting praises as if she were attending the Oscars or something.

“Mia! Are you able to replenish the drinks? My guests are hankering after alcohol.” From the outside marquee, she gave a bark.

Naturally, I was forced to take this action. I was unable to refuse. not in such a crowded place. Trudy would most likely blow up.

Following instructions, I became invisible and began to float like Cinderella. I was counting down the minutes until the beautiful cake’s candles were lighted and the day would just end.

After a short while, I managed to hide and eventually obtain some food. Trudy, at least, was a foodie and had made it clear to the caterers that she enjoyed lavish dinners.

“You’re hiding here, kiddo?” When my dad saw me nibbling on some lobster mac and cheese, he laughed.

I remarked, taking a bite out of another forkful of food, “I’m starving, Dad.” “And everyone is eating anyway.”

“Mimi, please take some time off,” he said. “Compost. I’ll get you one of the milkshake station’s elegant concoctions.”

It wasn’t long before cake time. As my father lighted the candles, Trudy gave off a Cheshire cat-like smile and performed a small dance.

All of them raised their voices to sing for her, and Trudy out the candles. She clinked her fork against her wine glass as the gathering was coming to an end and gave me that terrible, eager look.

“Mia, the least you could do is wash all these dishes because you didn’t even try to get me a dishwasher for my birthday. It’s just.”

I was momentarily stunned as I stood there. Everyone fell silent. Twenty heads turned to watch me as if I were the bad guy in this story.

She stated it with sincerity. Aloud. in front of every friend she has.

“You didn’t get your mom a birthday present?” inquired Alexis, one of Trudy’s pals. That is just… impolite. and depressing.”

Even though my throat constricted, I was still able to speak quietly.

“I told you, Trudy, that I was short on cash. particularly with a dishwasher. My goal is to go to prom.

She gestured with her hand as though I was babbling.

“Mia, just wash the dishes,” she commanded. “Do something useful for once.”

I was about to shout. Nevertheless, I nodded while swallowing my pride.

“All right. I’ll change and get going on them,” I murmured.

For the next hour, I scrubbed until my fingers went numb, elbow deep in soapy water. Instead of crying, as I really wanted to, I just cleaned harder, thinking of the day I would finally get out of this madhouse.

The party was ended by the time I finished, and Trudy’s companions had moved on. I was so emotionally spent that I dragged myself to bed.

I awoke the following morning to Trudy’s scream emanating from the kitchen. Perhaps one of her expensive new gadgets broke, I reasoned. She had recently treated herself to an opulent new coffee maker that appeared to belong in a café.

However, while entering the kitchen, I discovered her standing in a catastrophic area.

It was a mess in the kitchen.

The floor was flooded, and the air smelled like burning plastic.

When she spotted me, she cried out, “Mia!” “Look at what happened!”

I blinked, half sleepy as ever.

“What… what is going on?”

She screamed and flailed her arms, saying, “The pipes!” “Oh no, my kitchen’s destroyed! The cost of fixing this will be extremely high.”

But when I went to bed last night, everything seemed alright. What took place in this instance?”

My father poked his head inside the cooking area.

“Trudy, did you really drop all the meat oils into the sink last night?” said my dad.

She exclaimed, “I did!” “I had nowhere else to dispose of it. And without accepting it, the caterers departed. However, I also poured some drain cleaner down the sink.”

“Oh, Trudy! That is not how you should behave! Look now! You made a mistake with this! I instructed you to simply pour hot water out of a kettle.”

My first thought was to chuckle. Come on, I know I shouldn’t have, but still. following everything? It seems like karma was involved in this as well, didn’t it?

I could feel a little smirk tugging at my lips even as Trudy was going crazy. I said nothing at all.

The kitchen was entirely out of action for the following week. Despite my dad’s best efforts to calm her down, the harm had already been done. Dad said they’d have to make financial sacrifices because the repairs were so expensive.

“Apart from Mia,” he remarked. “I have $500 for her prom dress.”

“You can’t be serious, David!” Trudy gave a hiss. “You want me to pay for the new kitchen tiles, but you can spoil Mia?”

“You treated yourself to a lavish celebration. I’m able to treat my kid for prom.”

And that’s how Trudy got the lesson to stay away from my dad. She did, however, somewhat alter her tone. In addition to letting me have my part-time work, she made an effort to make amends.

“I’ll come with you when you go looking for your dress, Mia,” she replied.

Do you believe it will endure?

How would you have responded in that situation?