{"id":3582,"date":"2024-07-24T13:01:56","date_gmt":"2024-07-24T13:01:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sciencesandnatures.com\/?p=3582"},"modified":"2024-07-24T13:01:57","modified_gmt":"2024-07-24T13:01:57","slug":"my-stepson-mistreats-my-children-and-clutters-our-house-while-my-husband-remains-quiet-i-showed-him-how-to-behave-properly-lolitopia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sciencesandnatures.com\/my-stepson-mistreats-my-children-and-clutters-our-house-while-my-husband-remains-quiet-i-showed-him-how-to-behave-properly-lolitopia\/","title":{"rendered":"My Stepson Mistreats My Children and Clutters Our House, While My Husband Remains Quiet \u2013 I Showed Him How to Behave Properly | LOLitopia"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/animalstrend.com%5C/%5C%22"><br>Home&nbsp;\u00bb&nbsp;</a><a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/animalstrend.com%5C/blog%5C/%5C%22">Blog&nbsp;\u00bb&nbsp;My Stepson Mistreats My Children and Clutters Our House, While My Husband Remains Quiet \u2013 I Showed Him How to Behave Properly | LOLitopia\n\n\n\n<p><a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/animalstrend.com%5C/category%5C/uncategorized%5C/%5C%22">UNCATEGORIZED\n\n\n\n<h1 class='\"wp-block-heading\"'>My Stepson Mistreats My Children and Clutters Our House, While My Husband Remains Quiet \u2013 I Showed Him How to Behave Properly | LOLitopia\n\n\n\n</h1><p><a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/www.facebook.com%5C/sharer.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fanimalstrend.com%2F2024%2F07%2F22%2Fmy-stepson-mistreats-my-children-and-clutters-our-house-while-my-husband-remains-quiet-i-showed-him-how-to-behave-properly-lolitopia%2F%5C%22" target='\"_blank\"' rel='\"noreferrer' noopener></a><a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/twitter.com%5C/intent%5C/tweet?url=https%3A%2F%2Fanimalstrend.com%2F2024%2F07%2F22%2Fmy-stepson-mistreats-my-children-and-clutters-our-house-while-my-husband-remains-quiet-i-showed-him-how-to-behave-properly-lolitopia%2F&amp;text=My%20Stepson%20Mistreats%20My%20Children%20and%20Clutters%20Our%20House%2C%20While%20My%20Husband%20Remains%20Quiet%20%E2%80%93%20I%20Showed%20Him%20How%20to%20Behave%20Properly%20%7C%20LOLitopia%5C%22" target='\"_blank\"' rel='\"noreferrer' noopener></a><a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/pinterest.com%5C/pin%5C/create%5C/button%5C/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fanimalstrend.com%2F2024%2F07%2F22%2Fmy-stepson-mistreats-my-children-and-clutters-our-house-while-my-husband-remains-quiet-i-showed-him-how-to-behave-properly-lolitopia%2F&amp;media=&amp;description=My%20Stepson%20Mistreats%20My%20Children%20and%20Clutters%20Our%20House%2C%20While%20My%20Husband%20Remains%20Quiet%20%E2%80%93%20I%20Showed%20Him%20How%20to%20Behave%20Properly%20%7C%20LOLitopia%5C%22" target='\"_blank\"' rel='\"noreferrer' noopener></a><a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/www.linkedin.com%5C/shareArticle?mini=true&amp;url=https%3A%2F%2Fanimalstrend.com%2F2024%2F07%2F22%2Fmy-stepson-mistreats-my-children-and-clutters-our-house-while-my-husband-remains-quiet-i-showed-him-how-to-behave-properly-lolitopia%2F%5C%22" target='\"_blank\"' rel='\"noreferrer' noopener>\n\n\n\n<p>A family summer visit turned chaotic when Lisa\u2019s once-polite stepson, Jake, transformed into a rebellious teen, creating turmoil in their household. The final straw came when Lisa discovered money missing from her wallet, pushing her to take drastic action.\n\n\n\n</p><p>It was a sunny day in mid-June when Jake, my stepson, arrived. I\u2019m Lisa, a woman in my mid-40s, married to Mark. We have two children together, 8-year-old Emma and 6-year-old Noah. Mark has another son, Jake, from his first marriage.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jake, now 16, visited every few years. He used to be sweet and polite, but this summer felt different. I hoped it was just teenage angst.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cHi, Jake! How was the trip?\u201d I greeted him warmly.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cFine,\u201d Jake mumbled, barely making eye contact.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Mark hugged his son. \u201cGreat to see you, buddy!\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Emma and Noah ran up to Jake. \u201cHi, Jake! We missed you!\u201d Emma said with a bright smile.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jake shrugged. \u201cYeah, hey.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>I noticed Jake\u2019s disinterest but chose to stay optimistic. I wanted this summer to be special.\n\n\n\n</p><p>A week into Jake\u2019s stay, I noticed a change. He was no longer the polite boy I remembered.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cMom, Jake won\u2019t let us play in the living room,\u201d Noah complained.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Emma added, \u201cHe\u2019s always on his phone or with his friends.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>I sighed. \u201cI\u2019ll talk to him.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cJake, can you keep it down? Your siblings need to sleep,\u201d I said one night.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jake rolled his eyes. \u201cWhatever.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>The next morning, the living room was a mess. Empty pizza boxes, soda cans, and crumbs were everywhere.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cJake, clean up your mess,\u201d I demanded.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cWhy should I? It\u2019s not my house,\u201d Jake snapped back.\n\n\n\n</p><p>It was late afternoon, and the sun was casting a warm glow through the kitchen windows as I finished tidying up the counters. Emma and Noah were supposed to be playing in the backyard. I hadn\u2019t heard them for a while, so I decided to check on them. As I walked past Jake\u2019s room, I heard Emma\u2019s voice.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cWhy do I have to do this?\u201d she asked, her voice small and tired.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Curious and concerned, I pushed open Jake\u2019s bedroom door gently and peeked inside. What I saw made my blood boil. Emma, my sweet 8-year-old daughter, was on her hands and knees, picking up dirty clothes and trash from Jake\u2019s floor.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The room was a disaster zone. Clothes was strewn everywhere, empty snack wrappers, and a lingering smell of sweat and old pizza. Jake was lounging on his bed, scrolling through his phone without a care in the world. He barely looked up when I entered.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cEmma, what are you doing?\u201d I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Emma looked up at me, her eyes wide and a bit teary. \u201cJake told me I had to clean his room,\u201d she said softly.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I turned to Jake, struggling to keep my anger in check. \u201cJake, why is Emma cleaning your room?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jake finally looked up from his phone, a smirk on his face. \u201cShe wanted to help,\u201d he said nonchalantly.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I knelt down next to Emma and gently took her hands, which were dirty from picking up after her brother. \u201cEmma, you don\u2019t have to clean Jake\u2019s room. Come with me, sweetie.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Emma hesitated, looking between me and Jake. \u201cBut Jake said\u2014\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cI don\u2019t care what Jake said,\u201d I interrupted, my voice firmer now. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to do his work. Let\u2019s go.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>As I helped Emma stand up, Jake rolled his eyes. \u201cShe\u2019s fine, Lisa. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>I stood up, glaring at Jake. \u201cIt is a big deal, Jake. You\u2019re being lazy and disrespectful. Emma is your sister, not your maid.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jake shrugged, clearly unconcerned. \u201cWhatever. She doesn\u2019t mind.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Emma clung to my hand, her eyes still wide with a mixture of confusion and fear. \u201cI don\u2019t like cleaning his room, Mom,\u201d she whispered.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I squeezed her hand reassuringly. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to, Emma. You\u2019re not responsible for Jake\u2019s mess.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>One weekend, Mark and I planned to visit friends out of town. We decided to leave the kids with Jake.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cJake, you\u2019re in charge. No parties, and take care of Emma and Noah,\u201d I instructed before leaving.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cYeah, yeah,\u201d Jake muttered.\n\n\n\n</p><p>When we returned Sunday evening, the house was a disaster. Beer bottles and trash littered the floor.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cJake! What happened here?\u201d I shouted.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jake sauntered in, looking unbothered. \u201cJust a little get-together.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Mark looked around, worried. \u201cWhere are Emma and Noah?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Emma and Noah came out of the closet, looking frightened. Emma\u2019s face was streaked with tears.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cHe locked us in there all night!\u201d Emma cried.\n\n\n\n</p><p>My heart broke. \u201cWhy would you do that, Jake?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cThey were annoying my friends,\u201d he said nonchalantly.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Mark, looking uneasy, said, \u201cJake, that\u2019s not okay.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cDo something about it, Mark!\u201d I demanded.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Mark sighed. \u201cJake, you can\u2019t do this. Apologize to your sister.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jake rolled his eyes. \u201cSorry, Emma.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cThat\u2019s it?\u201d I yelled. \u201cHe needs to be punished!\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cWe\u2019ll talk about this later,\u201d Mark said, avoiding my gaze.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I couldn\u2019t believe Mark\u2019s inaction. It felt like a betrayal.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The next day, I found money missing from my purse. \u201cJake, did you take my money?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jake shrugged. \u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>I decided to teach him a lesson. I bought fake money from a novelty shop and put it in my purse, setting a trap. I had enough of his behavior and it was time for a change.\n\n\n\n</p><p>After planting the fake money in my purse, I carefully monitored Jake. It didn\u2019t take long. That afternoon, I saw him sneak into my room and rifle through my bag.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cGotcha,\u201d I whispered to myself.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I called my friend, Officer Mike. \u201cMike, I need your help with a little plan.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cSure, Lisa. What\u2019s going on?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>I explained the situation, and Mike agreed to help. We set up the plan to teach Jake a lesson he wouldn\u2019t forget.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The next day, Jake told me he was going out with his friends. Perfect timing.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cHave fun, Jake,\u201d I said, trying to keep my tone casual.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I followed him discreetly to the caf\u00e9 where he and his friends were hanging out. I watched from a distance, waiting for the right moment.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Mike entered the caf\u00e9 in uniform, looking serious. He approached Jake\u2019s table.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cExcuse me, son. I need to talk to you,\u201d Mike said.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jake looked confused. \u201cWhat? Why?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Mike pulled out one of the fake bills. \u201cThis money looks fake. Where did you get it?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jake\u2019s face turned pale. \u201cI\u2026 I don\u2019t know. I didn\u2019t do anything.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cStand up,\u201d Mike ordered. \u201cYou\u2019re coming with me.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jake stood, trembling. His friends watched in shock, whispering among themselves.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cIs this a joke?\u201d one of Jake\u2019s friends asked.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cNo joke,\u201d Mike said sternly. \u201cCounterfeit money is a serious offense.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>I recorded the whole scene from outside, capturing Jake\u2019s humiliation. He was on the verge of tears.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I walked into the caf\u00e9, acting surprised. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on here?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Mike looked at me. \u201cMa\u2019am, do you know this boy?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cYes, he\u2019s my stepson. What\u2019s happening?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cWe found him using counterfeit money,\u201d Mike explained.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cOh no, there must be a mistake!\u201d I said, pleading. \u201cPlease, he\u2019s a good kid. Can\u2019t we sort this out?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jake looked at me with wide, teary eyes. \u201cPlease, Lisa, help me!\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Mike hesitated, then sighed. \u201cAlright, since it\u2019s his first offense, I\u2019ll let him go with a warning. But next time, there will be serious consequences.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cThank you, Officer,\u201d I said, feigning relief.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jake hugged me tightly. \u201cThank you, thank you! I\u2019ll never do anything like this again, I promise.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>We left the caf\u00e9, and once we were a safe distance away, I showed Jake the video.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cJake, if you continue to behave like this, I\u2019ll show this video to all your friends.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Jake\u2019s face fell. \u201cYou\u2026 you did this?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cYes, and it was for your own good. You need to understand that your actions have consequences.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Lisa. I really am,\u201d Jake said, looking genuinely remorseful.\n\n\n\n</p><p>From that day on, Jake\u2019s behavior changed. He started helping around the house, treated Emma and Noah with respect, and even apologized to them.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cHey, Emma, Noah, want to play a game?\u201d Jake asked one evening.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cSure!\u201d Emma replied, surprised but happy.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Mark noticed the change too. \u201cJake\u2019s different lately. What did you do?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cJust gave him a little wake-up call,\u201d I said with a smile.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The peace in our household was restored, and I felt a sense of satisfaction. It wasn\u2019t easy, but it was worth it. 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