Girl Is Ashamed of ‘Dirty’ Dad Who Works as Coal Miner, Cries as He Takes Mic at Her Graduation — Story of the Day
March 13, 2025
Running a business while raising a child isn't easy. So my husband and I thought hiring a nanny would help hold our family together. And at first, she seemed like a blessing. But the night my son came to me in tears, begging me to call the police on her... I knew something wasn't right.
The scent of fresh coffee grounds clung to my clothes as I locked up the coffee shop. Six months into owning Beanz Bistro, and I still couldn't believe it was ours. The small corner café downtown had been a dream come true... a dream that demanded 14-hour days and constant attention.
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"You heading home?" Diane, my assistant manager, called from behind the counter.
"Finally," I said, checking my watch. "Jay's probably wondering where I am."
"How's the new nanny working out?"
I smiled, relief washing over me at the thought. "Sabrina's been a godsend. I don't know what we'd do without her."
The drive home gave me 15 precious minutes to transition from business owner to mom. At 32, the juggling act never seemed to get easier. When Wilfred suggested hiring help after I opened the café, I'd initially resisted. No one could care for Jay the way I could.
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But Wilfred had been right... we needed help.
"She's perfect for us," he said after interviewing Sabrina. "Smart, studying business, and she adores kids. Plus, she already works part-time at my office, so I know she's responsible."
When I pulled into our driveway, the modest two-story we'd stretched our budget to afford looked quiet and peaceful in the fading light. Inside, Jay's backpack hung neatly on its hook, and the kitchen was spotless — Sabrina's doing, no doubt.
"I'm home!" I called out.
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My eight-year-old came running down the hallway in his favorite dinosaur T-shirt, stained with what looked like chocolate. "Mom!" he yelled, launching himself into my arms.
"Hey, buddy. Where's Sabrina?"
"She left when Dad got home early." He grabbed my hand. "Can we have mac and cheese tonight? Please?"
"Sure thing. Is Dad in his office?"
Jay nodded vigorously, already pulling me toward the kitchen.
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Later, when Jay was tucked in and Wilfred was finishing up some work, I sank into our sofa and closed my eyes. This business, home, and our family... it was everything I'd ever wanted. And the exhaustion felt worth it.
"You look beat," Wilfred said, settling beside me. His hand found mine, warm and familiar.
"In the best way possible. How was your day?"
"Good. Had that quarterly review. Oh, and I stopped by to check on Sabrina with Jay. She's doing great with him."
I nodded, leaning my head against his shoulder. "We got lucky finding her."
"We did. We really did."
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Three weeks later, I was elbow-deep in inventory sheets when my phone rang.
"This is Principal Winters. Jay isn't feeling well. Could someone pick him up?"
Twenty minutes later, I found Jay curled up on a chair in the school nurse's office, looking miserable but not visibly ill.
"Hey, sweetie," I said, pressing my hand to his forehead. No fever. "What's wrong?"
He shrugged, not meeting my eyes. "I want to go home."
In the car, Jay stared out the window, unusually quiet.
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"Is everything okay at school? Is someone bothering you, sweetie?"
"No."
"You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"
He nodded but remained silent.
That evening, after Wilfred got home and Sabrina left, Jay seemed to bounce back. But over dinner, I noticed him pushing food around his plate, watching his father with an odd intensity.
"Dad, can I stay home with Mom tomorrow instead of Sabrina?"
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Wilfred looked up, surprised. "Mom has to work, buddy. You know that."
"But I don't want to be with Sabrina anymore."
"Did something happen?" I asked, alarm bells ringing.
"No," Jay mumbled, but his eyes darted to Wilfred and back to his plate.
"Sabrina's great with you," Wilfred said, a bit too forcefully. "And she's helping us out a lot. You need to be nice to her."
Jay's shoulders slumped. "Okay."
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Later, I tried again to get Jay to open up, but he just hugged me tight and said he was tired.
As I closed his bedroom door, Wilfred appeared in the hallway. "Kids," he sighed. "Probably just wants more attention."
"Maybe," I said, but something didn't feel right.
"Hey," Wilfred said, catching my hand. "You're doing amazing with the café. Jay will adjust. And Sabrina is wonderful. Really."
I nodded, trying to ignore the unease growing in my chest. "You've been getting home early a lot lately."
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"Just making sure everything's running smoothly with Sabrina and Jay," he said, kissing my forehead. "Nothing wrong with that, right?"
"Of course not," I replied, but the unease persisted.
***
A week later, I was going through receipts in our home office when Jay burst through the door, tears streaming down his face.
"Mom!" he cried, throwing himself at me. "You need to call the police about my nanny!"
My heart stopped. "What? Why? Did she hurt you?"
"No," he sobbed. "She's a thief!"
Relief flooded through me, followed quickly by confusion. "A thief? What did she steal?"
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Jay's face crumpled, his little hands balling into fists. "She stole Dad from us!"
Everything inside me went still. "What do you mean, sweetie?"
"Yesterday," he hiccupped through tears, "when you were at the café, I came downstairs to get a snack. Dad was home early again, and I saw him..." He trailed off.
"Saw him what?"
"He was kissing Sabrina. Like in the movies." Jay's eyes searched mine, desperate for me to fix this impossible thing. "That's stealing, right? Because Dad belongs to us."
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My throat closed up. I pulled Jay close, hiding my face in his hair so he wouldn't see my shock. "Thank you for telling me," I managed to say. "You did the right thing."
"Are you going to call the police now?" he asked, his voice muffled against my shirt.
"No, sweetie. This isn't something for the police, but I will handle it... and I need you to keep it between us, okay? Don't tell Dad."
"Okay."
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That night, I watched Wilfred across the dinner table, laughing with Jay about some school project, acting as if our world wasn't about to implode. Every smile and every casual touch of his hand felt like a betrayal.
How long had it been going on? How many lies had he told me?
"You're quiet tonight," he said as we cleared the dishes.
"Just tired," I lied, the way he'd been lying to me. "Long day."
"Why don't you go soak in the tub? I'll finish up here."
I nodded, unable to look at him. "Thanks."
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Later, as he slept beside me, I stared at the ceiling, tears silently tracking down my temples into my hair. I could confront him now and demand the truth. But some deeper instinct held me back. I needed to see it for myself.
The next day, I told Diane I needed the afternoon off. I went home early, knowing Jay would still be at school and the house would be empty. My hands trembled as I unlocked our front door, stepping into the quiet hallway.
I made my way upstairs to our bedroom, heart pounding in my chest. After a moment's hesitation, I stepped into our walk-in closet, pushing aside Wilfred's suits to make space for myself. I left the door cracked just enough to see through... then waited.
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Twenty minutes later, I heard the front door open and close. Footsteps on the stairs, not one set but two. Then Wilfred's voice, low and intimate, followed by Sabrina's laugh.
They entered our bedroom together, his hand at the small of her back. She was smiling up at him, her hand covering her mouth as if to contain her delight.
"Shh," he said, but he was smiling too. "Jay will be home from school soon."
"So?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. "He's just a kid. He doesn't understand what he sees."
Ice flooded my veins. Jay had seen them before, and they knew.
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"Ellen suspects something," Wilfred said, brushing Sabrina's hair from her face. "Jay's been acting weird."
"Are you worried?"
"About Ellen? No. She's too busy with that café to notice much."
The casual dismissal hit harder than anything else. Not just betrayal, but contempt. I was nothing to him... just a distraction, too occupied to notice him slipping away.
"We should be more careful though," he continued. "At least until I figure out how to tell her."
"Tell her what?" Sabrina's fingers played with his collar.
"That I want out. That we're —"
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I couldn't bear another word. The closet door banged against the wall as I shoved it open, startling them apart.
"ELLEN??" Wilfred's face drained of color. "What are you...? I can... I can explain —"
"Explain WHAT? How you've been cheating on me with our son's nanny? In our home? While I've been killing myself to make our business work?"
Sabrina backed toward the door, eyes wide. "I should go —"
"Yes, you should." My gaze never left my husband's face. "Get out of my house."
She fled, her footsteps pounding down the stairs.
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"It's not what you think," Wilfred started, reaching for me.
I recoiled. "Don't touch me. Don't you dare touch me."
"Ellen, please. It just happened. I never meant..."
"Never meant what? To humiliate me? To betray our family? To let our son see you with... HER?"
His face crumpled. "Jay saw?"
"Yes. He came to me in tears yesterday, saying Sabrina "stole" his father. How could you do this to him? To us?"
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"I'm sorry," he whispered, and for the first time, I saw genuine regret in his eyes. But it was too late.
"I want a divorce."
"Ellen —"
"I want you out of this house tonight. I don't care where you go. We'll talk about arrangements for Jay later."
"This is my house too," he protested weakly.
"A house you just destroyed." I turned away, unable to look at him any longer. "I'll be back with Jay in an hour. Be gone."
***
One year later, I sat on a park bench, watching Jay climb the jungle gym with newfound confidence. At nine, he was slowly healing from the trauma of our family's implosion. The divorce had been finalized six months ago, and while co-parenting with Wilfred remained awkward, we were finding our way.
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"He's getting so tall," remarked Daniel, settling beside me on the bench. His hand found mine, warm and steady.
"Growing too fast," I agreed, leaning slightly against his shoulder.
Daniel had entered our lives unexpectedly. He was a customer at the café who kept coming back for "the best lattes in town" until finally asking me to dinner. A fellow divorce survivor, he understood the complicated emotions that sometimes blindsided me. His own ex-wife had left him for her gym trainer three years ago.
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"How was the handoff with Wilfred?"
"Civil. Brief." I sighed. "Did I tell you Sabrina left him for his boss last month? After he lost his job?"
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Karma's a funny thing."
"Not funny for Jay. He still gets confused about why his dad moved in with 'the thief' in the first place."
"Kids see things more clearly sometimes." Daniel squeezed my hand. "How's the expansion going?"
The café had thrived despite the personal turmoil. We'd recently leased the vacant space next door to expand our seating area.
"On schedule, actually. The contractor swears we'll reopen in two weeks."
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Across the playground, Jay waved enthusiastically. "Mom! Daniel! Watch this!"
We both raised our hands in acknowledgment, watching as he navigated the monkey bars with determination.
"He seems happier," Daniel observed.
"We both are," I said softly. "It still hurts sometimes, thinking about what happened. But mostly I'm grateful it's over."
"You're stronger than you know," Daniel said, his eyes serious. "Both of you."
***
Later that evening, after Jay was asleep, I found myself looking through old photos — not to wallow, but to remind myself how far we'd come. The woman smiling beside Wilfred in those pictures seemed like a stranger now... someone who didn't know her own worth.
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My phone buzzed with a text from Daniel: "Just checking to make sure you're not overthinking things again. Breakfast tomorrow?"
I smiled, typing back: "You know me too well. Breakfast sounds perfect."
Sometimes life's worst betrayals lead you exactly where you need to be. The journey breaks you open, but what grows from those cracks can be beautiful... if you're brave enough to keep going.
Jay and I, we were the brave ones. And day by day, we were building something new, something honest and real. The past couldn't be rewritten, but the future? That blank page belonged to us.
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