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Our Granddaughter Sent Us a Note with Disgusting Text Demanding $5000 — So We Decided to Teach Her a Lesson

When my granddaughter Sarah’s wedding plans took an unexpected turn, my husband Jim and I were forced to confront her shocking sense of entitlement. What began as excitement for her big day quickly spiraled into a lesson on gratitude and respect that neither of us could have anticipated.

Alright, peoples, I need to get this off my chest. My granddaughter, Sarah, is getting married soon, and we were over the moon for her. My husband, Jim, and I couldn’t have been happier when she told us the news. We started talking about the wedding right away, thinking about how we could help make it special. But then, everything changed a few days ago.

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We got a letter from Sarah that left us both speechless. I still remember the moment I opened it. Inside was a check for $5,000 and a note that felt like a slap in the face.

“I want a vacation with my fiancé on my birthday this year,” the note read. “Pay for it. I hope you saved up enough after years of cheap trash gifts for me.”

Elderly woman looks at a note | Source: Pexels

Let me give you some background. Jim and I have always tried to be there for Sarah. We’re not rich, but we’ve given what we could. Over the years, we’ve made her handmade quilts, given her heirloom jewelry, and even helped with a down payment for her car.

We also covered some of her college expenses. We always thought these things meant something to her.

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Jim and I sat down at the kitchen table, the letter and check lying between us like a bad omen. My hands trembled with anger and hurt.

“Can you believe this?” I asked, holding the letter out to him. Tears pricked at my eyes. “After everything we’ve done for her?”

Jim’s face was a mask of disappointment. “This is just plain wrong,” he said, his voice heavy with sadness. “We’ve given her so much, and this is how she repays us?”

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I could feel my heart breaking, but underneath the hurt, a spark of resolve was growing. “We can’t let this go,” I said firmly. “She needs to understand that her actions have consequences.”

Jim nodded slowly. “You’re right. She needs to learn gratitude and respect. But how do we make her see that?”

We decided to gather everything we had ever given Sarah. The decision weighed heavily on our hearts, but we knew it was necessary. We began in the attic, where we stored many precious items from over the years.

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“Start with the quilts,” Jim suggested quietly, opening a large cedar chest. The quilts I had spent months making for Sarah were folded neatly inside. I ran my fingers over the intricate patterns, remembering the countless hours I had put into each stitch.

“These quilts were made with love,” I said softly, tears threatening to fall. “I thought she cherished them.”

The grandma looks at the quilt she made | Source: Midjourney

Jim placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “She might realize their value someday,” he said. Together, we carefully folded the quilts and placed them in a large box.

Next, we moved to the guest room where Sarah often stayed. I opened the jewelry box on the dresser, revealing the heirloom pieces I had given her. Each piece had a story, a memory attached to it. I picked up a delicate gold necklace that had belonged to my mother.

“Do you remember when I gave her this?” I asked Jim, holding up the necklace. “She wore it to her high school graduation.”

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Jim nodded, his expression somber. “I remember. It’s a shame she left it behind.”