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My 11-Year-Old Son Convinced Me to Install a Camera in the Basement – 'Nanny Does Bad Things Down There'
May 22, 2025
Some secrets destroy everything you thought you knew about your family. I learned this when my husband and 13-year-old son lied to me about football practice every Friday for six months straight. One Friday, I followed them with cookies to surprise them. What I saw had me flagging down a police car.
Derek had always been Harry's favorite parent. While I worried about homework and bedtimes, Derek was the fun dad who taught football moves and let Harry stay up late. As our son entered his teens, their bond grew stronger.
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"Ready for practice, kiddo?" Derek called one Friday evening, jingling his keys.
"Always ready, Coach!" Harry bounded downstairs, cleats in hand, grinning widely.
This had become their routine for six months — Friday night football practice at Riverside Stadium. I'd wave goodbye, make dinner, and wait for their return with stories of brutal drills and perfect spirals.
"Drive safe," I called, looking up from my laptop.
"See you later, Mom!" Harry called over his shoulder.
Those words would haunt me for weeks.
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Six months of identical Fridays followed. They'd leave at six, return by nine, both exhausted and grass-stained. Harry would collapse on the couch while Derek headed for the shower.
"How was practice?" I'd ask, serving reheated dinner.
"Brutal," Derek would groan, stretching dramatically. "Coach Williams really pushed us today."
Harry would nod enthusiastically. "Dad's getting faster though. He almost kept up with me during sprints."
Their laughter filled our kitchen, and I felt grateful they found this father-son tradition.
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One rainy Friday, I offered to drive them. "The roads look terrible."
Derek's response came too quickly. "We're fine. We've been doing this for months."
Harry shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my eyes. "Yeah, Mom. We got it handled."
Something felt off, but I trusted them completely. Derek had never been sharp with me about simple offers to help.
"Just be careful out there," I said, watching them rush out with unusual haste.
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The following Friday, I decided to surprise them with the cookies I'd baked and headed to the field.
"They're gonna love it!" I muttered to myself.
But the football field was completely empty when I arrived. Not just quiet... it was utterly deserted. No cars, no lights, and no sounds of practice anywhere... just some teens skateboarding in the corner.
Confused, I walked up to a man setting up cones on the far end. "Hey there! Sorry to bug you. I'm looking for the U14 boys' team?"
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He looked up, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "U14? They practice Tuesdays and Thursdays. No team here tonight."
"Are you sure? My son, Harry? He's been coming here with his dad every Friday for six months."
The man squinted. "Got a picture?"
I pulled one up.
He shook his head. "Never seen 'em before. Sorry!"
I walked back to my car, my legs like rubber. I called Derek, but it went straight to voicemail.
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When they returned that night, both looked appropriately tired. Harry's jersey had fresh grass stains and Derek's hair was tousled.
"How was practice?" I asked, studying their faces carefully.
"Amazing!" Harry beamed. "We worked on this new play where I'm quarterback, and Dad—"
"I nearly twisted my ankle!" Derek finished, limping for effect.
I forced a smile, but my hands shook while clearing their dishes. Every instinct screamed something was wrong.
"Everything okay, Mom?" Harry asked with genuine concern.
"Of course, sweetheart. Just tired."
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I couldn't sleep for days. By Thursday, I made a terrifying decision — I decided to follow them.
Friday arrived with the usual routine. Derek grabbed the keys, Harry laced the cleats, and they performed their rehearsed goodbye.
"Love you, babe!" Derek kissed my cheek.
"Love you too, Mom!" Harry chirped.
Around two minutes later, I followed Derek's sedan. But they weren't heading to Riverside Stadium. They turned toward the commercial district, pulling into a parking lot with a neon sign: "Paradise Gentlemen's Club."
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I spotted a police car turning onto the street and almost flagged it down, my hand halfway in the air. I thought Derek was taking our son into a strip club. But they didn't move. They just sat there in the car, the engine running and windows down, like they were waiting for someone.
Then I saw her.
A petite woman with auburn hair emerged from the dental office next door. She smiled and waved like she was greeting old friends and climbed into their backseat. My husband turned to hug her.
"What is happening?" I whispered.
They drove to Wonderland Amusement Park. I followed and parked three rows back, watching the three of them walk toward the entrance... like a family.
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The woman held Harry's hand while Derek had his arm around her shoulders. They moved with practiced ease, like they'd done this countless times.
I bought a ticket and followed at a distance. They rode the Ferris wheel together, shared funnel cake, and played carnival games. The woman sat between Derek and Harry like she belonged there.
At one point, Harry threw his arms around her neck. She kissed his head tenderly.
Derek spun her in circles. When he set her down, they kissed passionately.
I threw up behind a game booth.
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As they headed for the exit, I heard Harry call out, "Thanks for the best Friday ever, Josie!"
"Anytime, sweetheart," she replied warmly. "You're my favorite guy."
Harry grinned. "Even better than Dad?"
"Don't push it, kid," Derek laughed, his eyes soft looking at both of them.
They looked like a complete, happy family... without me.
I beat them home and sat staring at the kitchen wall. When Derek's key turned in the lock, I felt sick and ready to confront them.
"Hope you didn't wait up!" he called, sounding normal.
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Harry bounded in, somehow already grass-stained. "Mom! You should've seen this play Dad taught me!"
I looked at my son who'd just spent the evening with another woman, hugging her and calling her by name.
"That's wonderful, honey," I managed.
Derek kissed my forehead. "You look tired. Why don't you head to bed?"
My eyes met a complete stranger wearing the mask of a caring husband.
"Actually, I need to ask you both something. Where were you tonight?"
"Practice! At Riverside!" they said in unison, too quickly.
"How was practice?"
Derek's jaw tightened. "Good. Really good."
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"Funny thing! I went to Riverside Stadium tonight to surprise you. But you weren't there."
Silence stretched like a chasm. Harry went pale and Derek's knuckles went white.
"Mom, I can explain—" Harry started desperately.
"Can you? Can you explain why you've been lying for six months?"
Derek stepped forward, his hands raised. "Susan, let's talk calmly."
"Calmly? My husband and son have been living secret lives, and you want calm?"
Harry's eyes filled with tears. "Mom, please don't be mad."
"Harry, who is JOSIE??"
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Derek went white. "How do you—"
"I followed you. I saw everything. The amusement park, the way she..." I couldn't finish.
Harry started crying. "Mom, I wanted to tell you so many times."
"Tell me what?"
Derek sank into a chair, looking ancient. "Josie is my ex-girlfriend from before I met you."
"And you've been taking our son to meet her for six months?"
He nodded miserably.
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I turned to Harry, who was sobbing now. "You lied to my face every Friday?"
"She's really nice, Mom. She makes Dad happy, and I thought maybe we could all be a family. The four of us."
My heart stopped. "A family?? Harry, do you even hear yourself right now?"
"I even call her Mom sometimes," he whispered. "She said she'd always wanted a son like me."
I gripped the counter to stay upright. "Get out. Both of you. Get out of my house."
Derek stood slowly. "We can work through this."
"Work through this? You've been cheating for six months. You made my son your accomplice. You turned him into a liar. What exactly is there to work through?"
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Harry reached for me. "Mom, please—"
"Don't touch me. I don't know who you are anymore."
***
The divorce was brutal. Derek moved in with Josie immediately. During the custody hearing, the judge asked Harry who he wanted to live with.
My 13-year-old son, uncomfortable in his only suit, said, "I want to stay with Dad."
"Why is that, Harry?" the judge asked gently.
Harry glanced at me, then looked away. "Dad and Josie let me do stuff. They don't make me do homework right away, and I can stay up later, and Josie buys me things Mom says are too expensive. They're more fun."
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I'd spent years raising him — through sleepless nights when he was sick, school projects, scraped knees, and learning to ride a bike. And I lost him… because I wasn't fun enough.
I walked out of that courthouse completely alone... and broken.
***
A year passed. I moved to a smaller apartment, changed jobs, and started therapy. Slowly, I began rebuilding my life. I met my new partner Tom at a coffee shop — a kind man who helped me heal. When I got pregnant, he cried happy tears and said he couldn't wait to be a father.
I was eight months along, folding baby clothes, when the doorbell rang one day.
Harry stood on my doorstep, taller than I remembered, his face streaked with tears.
"Mom?"
"Harry? What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in? Please?"
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He collapsed on my couch, head in hands. "Everything's wrong, and it's my fault."
Through broken sobs, he told me how Josie grew tired of having a teenager around. She complained to Derek about Harry cramping their lifestyle, being too messy and too loud. Derek started taking her side more often than not.
"She told Dad maybe I should spend more time with you, but Dad said you probably didn't want me anymore because of what I did."
My heart shattered. "Harry, that's not true."
"I've been so stupid, Mom. I thought you were too strict and boring. But you were just taking care of me."
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He looked up with Derek's eyes but his own tears. "Josie's not my mom. You are! You stayed up with my nightmares, taught me to tie my shoes... and helped with homework when you were exhausted. You loved me even when I chose them."
I pulled him close. "I never stopped loving you."
"I was such a coward, just like Dad. I chose easy instead of right."
"You were 13 and confused."
"No! Dad failed us both. You never lied or made me choose between people I loved. You just loved me, and I was too selfish to see it."
We held each other as the sun set.
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"Mom? I know I don't deserve it after what I did, but can I come home? To you? I promise I'll be better. I'll help with the baby, do homework without arguing—"
"Harry?" I interrupted softly.
"Yeah?"
"You never left home. You just got lost for a while."
He hugged me tighter, and something in me settled... like a piece that had been missing finally came back.
"I love you, Mom. I'm sorry it took me so long to remember that you're the parent who actually loves me unconditionally."
"I love you too, sweetheart. Welcome home."
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The next morning, I helped Harry pack his things from Derek's house. Derek and Josie watched from the doorway as my son chose his real family — the one built on truth, consistency, and unconditional love.
The hardest lessons come from the people we trust most and betrayal leads to deeper truth. And forgiveness is the strongest thing you can choose. But most importantly, sometimes the family you fight for is worth more than the family that comes easy.
My son learned that the hard way. So did I. And we're both stronger for it.
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