It all started the day my son, Ryan, brought home a woman about 20 years older than him and announced she was moving in. At first, I didn’t say much, but I had a plan. Let’s just say, by the time they realized the weight of their actions, it was far too late.
For years, all I wanted was to see Ryan happy and settle down with someone who would love him as much as I did. That wish intensified after my husband passed away three years ago.
But little did I know my dream would come true in a way I could never have expected.
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For most of my life, I’ve been lucky. I had a loving husband, two wonderful kids, and a home that was always warm and full of laughter.
My husband, Daniel, was the kind of man who knew how to make life feel steady and secure. When he passed away three years ago, it felt like the ground beneath my feet had crumbled.
Since then, I’ve done my best to keep moving forward, even though some days are harder than others.
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Bella, my daughter, has been a bright spot in my life. She’s always been my dependable, hardworking child. Even as a little girl, she took pride in doing her best at school.
It wasn’t a surprise when she graduated at the top of her class and landed a great job in another city. Bella’s single now, and while I sometimes wish she’d settle down, I’ve never had to worry about her.
She’s always been focused and capable.
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Then there’s Ryan, my youngest. Ryan has always been a free spirit.
As a kid, he had zero interest in school. His world revolved around video games, comic books, and goofing around with his friends. Back then, getting him to do his homework was like negotiating with a stubborn mule.
But something changed when he hit his late teens. Maybe it was seeing his friends get serious about their futures, or he just realized he couldn’t play video games for a living.
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Whatever it was, Ryan started putting in the effort. He eventually graduated with a diploma and landed a stable job.
He wasn’t going to be the next CEO of a tech company, but he was responsible and earning a paycheck, and that was enough for me.
Ryan’s big passion now is traveling. He’s always saving up for trips, exploring new places, and returning with stories of his adventures.
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It makes me happy to see him so excited about life, even though I secretly wish he’d spend less time planning trips and more time thinking about his future.
At 30, he’s still living at home with me, which I don’t mind. After Daniel’s passing, having Ryan around has been a comfort.
But like any mother, I want more for him. I want him to find someone who makes him happy. Someone he could share his life with.
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After Daniel passed, that wish only grew stronger. Honestly, it’s not about wanting grandkids. It’s about wanting Ryan to have the kind of love and partnership I had with Daniel.
“Ryan,” I’d ask him every now and then, “Is there anyone special in your life?”
He’d laugh and wave me off. “Mom, you’ll be the first to know.”
I don’t know if I was the first to know, but he told me about it after returning from France.
He opened up during dinner one day.
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“So, Mom,” he started, poking at his plate with his fork, “I met someone on my trip.”
“Really?” I looked at him. “Tell me everything!”
He told me her name was Lydia, and he met her in an art gallery in Paris.
“She’s smart, funny, and we just… clicked,” he said, his face lighting up.
“And what does she do?” I asked, eager to know more.
“She curates art collections for high-profile clients. She’s incredibly knowledgeable about the art world, and I love how passionate she is about what she does.”
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“She sounds amazing!” I exclaimed. “When can I meet her?”
“Not yet,” he replied, shaking his head. “I want to take my time, Mom. Get to know her better first.”
That was enough for me. For months, I dreamed about the day Ryan would introduce me to this incredible woman.
I imagined her as young, vibrant, and full of energy. I had no idea my expectations would soon shatter in ways I couldn’t have anticipated.
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Months after Ryan first mentioned Lydia, he came to me with a wide grin.
“Mom,” he said, standing in the doorway with his hands stuffed in his pockets, “I think it’s time you met Lydia.”
“Really? That’s wonderful, Ryan!” I clapped my hands together, already imagining the young, bright-eyed woman who’d won my son’s heart.
“She’s free this Friday,” he said. “Maybe we could all have dinner together?”
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“Of course!” I agreed instantly. “I’ll make lasagna. Everyone loves lasagna.”
I wanted everything to be perfect, so I ensured everything in the house looked good.
I imagined Lydia would be bubbly and full of life, a younger woman who adored Ryan and would look up to me as a mother figure. I even pulled out my best dress and styled my hair, making sure I looked modern enough to keep up with the young couple.
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When Friday came, I could barely contain my excitement. The lasagna was in the oven, the table was set with my finest dishes, and I was putting the finishing touches on a salad when the doorbell rang.
“That must be her!” I called out.
Ryan jumped up to answer the door while I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel. I was super excited, but I froze as soon as I stepped into the living room.
Standing there was Lydia. But she wasn’t the young, fresh-faced woman I’d imagined.
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She was mature. Only five years younger than me, if I had to guess.
Her hair was perfectly styled, and she wore a sleek outfit that screamed sophistication. She looked more like a woman who should be attending a wine-and-cheese party with me than dating my son.
“Mom, this is Lydia,” Ryan said, beaming with pride.
“Hello, Celine!” Lydia greeted me with an enthusiastic smile, extending her hand.
“Hi,” I managed to murmur and shook her hand weakly.
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Ryan didn’t seem to notice my shock. He led Lydia into the dining room, chatting about their day as if everything were perfectly normal.
I followed them in a daze, wondering if I’d stepped into some alternate reality.
As we sat down to eat, Ryan seemed eager to share their plans for the future.
“Mom,” he began. “I’ve been thinking, uh, Lydia’s going to move in with us.”
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I nearly choked on my water. “Move in? With us?”
“Yes,” he said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “It makes sense. She can help with the house, and we’ll save money by living together.”
I turned to Lydia, who smiled brightly.
“I think it’ll be wonderful,” she said. “I’d love to help out around the house and make things easier for you, Celine.”
I didn’t need help. I’d been managing the house perfectly well on my own for years. But before I could say anything, Ryan continued.
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“It’s not just about saving money,” he added. “I love her, Mom. I think she’s the one.”
I always felt happy whenever he talked about his love for Lydia, but this time, I felt disgusted. How could he be happy with a woman almost my age?
The rest of the dinner was a blur. I nodded and smiled, but my thoughts were elsewhere.
Later that night, as I lay in bed, I wrestled with my feelings. Should I tell Ryan how I felt? Would he listen if I did? Or would he push me away?
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One thought kept coming back to me.
If I opposed this, I might lose my son. After losing Daniel, the idea of losing Ryan was unbearable. So, despite my misgivings, I decided to let Lydia move in.
At first, everything seemed fine. Lydia was polite and respectful, and I tried my best to make her feel welcome. But soon enough, the cracks began to show.
It started with small inconveniences.
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Lydia monopolized the bathroom every morning, leaving me with just a few minutes to get ready for the day. She used the groceries I bought but only cooked for herself and Ryan, never asking if I wanted to join.
The final straw came when she began redecorating. She swapped out my cozy floral curtains for modern, minimalist blinds and replaced my favorite armchair with a cold-looking leather recliner without consulting me.
Enough is enough, I thought. I need to talk to Ryan.
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Later that evening, I voiced my concerns, thinking my son would understand them.
“Ryan,” I said as we sat in the living room, “I feel like I’m losing my home.”
Ryan sighed. “Mom, you’re overthinking this. Lydia’s just trying to make the house more comfortable for all of us.”
“Comfortable?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “She’s turning it into a space I barely recognize.”
“Mom, relax,” he said. “She’s just trying to take charge of everything. It’s her way of showing she cares.”
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“Celine, I thought you’d appreciate the changes,” Lydia chimed in. “The house needed a bit of an update.”
“It’s my house,” I said firmly. “And I like it the way it is.”
But Lydia wasn’t one to back down.
A few days later, she casually suggested over breakfast, “You know, Celine, you have a great basement. It’ll be perfect for you. Or maybe you could stay with your single daughter. You see, I need a room for my office so I was thinking we could take the master bedroom when you leave.”
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“Excuse me?” I looked at her with wide eyes.
“Mom, it’s not a bad idea,” Ryan said. “Lydia needs space for her work, and you’ve been saying Bella misses you.”
I stared at them, unable to believe my son and his girlfriend wanted me to give up the home Daniel and I had built together.
I wanted to fight and tell Lydia to leave my house, but I didn’t. Instead, I did something they didn’t expect.
I signed the house over to Ryan.
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A month later, my phone rang. It was Lydia.
“SO, THIS WAS YOUR PLAN?!” she screamed.
It turned out they had received the first batch of bills, including mortgage payments, utilities, property taxes, and more.
Lydia had assumed the house was fully paid off, and Ryan, as clueless as ever, hadn’t known we still had payments.
“Well,” I said calmly, “you wanted to be the lady of the house. Now act like one.”
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“You can’t do this!” she protested.
“Being a homeowner isn’t just about redecorating, Lydia. It’s about managing everything. You should’ve thought about this before asking me to hand over the house. Welcome to the real world!”
Lydia and Ryan begged me to take the house back, which I did. But the damage was done.
I’d learned a hard truth about my son and his priorities. And while I still love him, I’ve decided to start loving myself more.
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Newly-unveiled statue of Queen Elizabeth II includes her beloved pet Corgis
A great deal of people felt sorrow upon Queen Elizabeth II’s passing in 2022. She was adored by the public and the longest-reigning monarch in British history, having ruled for 70 years.
The late queen is now being honored with a monument that was recently unveiled, honoring her affection for her pet corgis!
The Queen’s new statue, together with her dogs
On Sunday, a 7-foot-tall bronze statue of Queen Elizabeth was unveiled in observance of the monarch’s 98th birthday.
In Oakham, England, the sculpture was made by artist Hywel Pratley and is situated close to the Oakham Library. It is Queen Elizabeth’s first ever permanent memorial.
Rutland City Council said that hundreds attended the unveiling. There was music from local school bands and bagpipers.
The most priceless feature of this new memorial is that the queen’s cherished Corgis pet is also depicted, immortalized in bronze by the monarch’s feet:
The city authority claims that local schoolchildren created the designs for the Corgi monuments.
In contrast to the many stern and imposing monuments of queens like Queen Victoria, Pratley stated he wanted the statue to portray the idea of Queen Elizabeth as “an almost motherly figure,” according to the New York Times.
During the unveiling, local dignitary Sarah Furness remarked, “What most of us remember about Queen Elizabeth is her warmth.” “We demonstrate Queen Elizabeth’s humanity by showcasing her affection for dogs.”
The statue’s creator claims that he intended it to be hospitable to onlookers. Pratley said, “We designed it with a bench you can sit on.” “And there’s a corgi you can pet, and I do believe that this will eventually become a selfie-encouraging statue.”
The Times reports that a number of Corgi owners brought their dogs to the unveiling, indicating that a large number of people have already visited the statue.
The history of Queen Elizabeth’s Corgis pet
For many years, the Queen’s corgis were an iconic aspect of her life and a solace during tough political and personal times. Fans all throughout the world were likewise pleased by the cute pets.
The first Corgi was acquired by the royal family in 1933 when Dookie, a dog owned by Elizabeth’s father and predecessor George VI (who was then the Duke of York), was brought home.
Dookie was reportedly extremely cantankerous, yet Elizabeth and him appeared to have a unique relationship.
Then, on her eighteenth birthday, the Queen received a Pembroke Welsh corgi of her own, named Susan.
Susan reportedly slipped under a rug in the royal carriage to disrupt the wedding of the Queen and her husband, Prince Philip, according to the BBC.
1959 saw Susan’s death at the age of almost fifteen. Her epitaph referred to her as “the faithful companion of the Queen,” and she was laid to rest at the royal estate of Sandringham House.
The Queen stated, “I had always feared losing her, but I am ever so thankful that her suffering was so mercifully brief.”
But Susan left quite the legacy; during the ensuing few decades, the Queen accumulated over thirty corgis, all descended from her original canine companion.
The Queen always had at least one corgi, and often had several at once, from 1933 until 2018. She traveled with the dogs in tow, and they resided in a designated “Corgi room” at Buckingham Palace with wicker beds. It is said that the Queen took care of them personally and baked them biscuits over the holiday season.
These canines undoubtedly received royal treatment and grew to represent the Queen throughout her life.
While Elizabeth valued the dogs greatly, Prince Philip apparently didn’t feel the same way. Like many others, she took great solace from the dogs, who served as a link to the simpler times in her early years due to their relationship with her late father and her upbringing.
According to Penny Junor, a royal biographer, “her corgis are hugely important to her.” Over time, they have become more intimate with her than any human has ever been. She has never been let down by the incredibly affectionate and devoted corgis.
It also makes sense that the Queen, who represents both Britain and the United Kingdom, would have a strong bond with a quintessential British dog. Wales, a member of the UK and a neighbor of England, is where corgis first originated. When corgis were adopted as royal dogs, the breed was rare in England; yet, the Queen had a major role in the globalization of the breed.
The Queen owned several “dorgis,” or corgis bred with daschshunds, in addition to purebred Pembroke Welsh Corgis.
When the corgis and dorgis appeared alongside Queen Elizabeth on the cover of Vanity Fair in 2016, they became well-known worldwide because to Annie Leibovitz’s photography. At the time, the dogs were Candy, Vulcan, Willow, and Holly.
A notable aspect of Queen Elizabeth’s reign and a significant aspect of her life were her corgis. Their inclusion in this first memorial statue of her seems so fitting.
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