When my husband Derek’s cousin, Daisy, and her son Patrick needed a place to stay, I welcomed them into our home. But almost immediately, things felt off. Daisy was distant with me but unusually close with Derek. Patrick was rude, messy, and even went through my personal belongings.
Things escalated when Patrick smugly told me, “My mom says this is our home now.” Soon Daisy started acting like the woman of the house—rearranging my kitchen, doing only Derek’s laundry, even sleeping in our bed when Derek worked late.
Then came the real bombshell: Derek confessed that Patrick was his son—from a relationship with Daisy years before we met. She had never told him until recently and now claimed they were staying for good.
I was devastated. He’d lied to me, brought his ex and secret child into my home, and let me be blindsided.
I walked out.
A few days later, Derek emailed me. Daisy had left him—taking Patrick and half his savings. She never wanted a family reunion. Just a payout.
Now I ask: Could you ever forgive something like this?
