Anton had always treated himself the boss of his life. While others were plodding through textbooks, Anton was already busy with business. Sometimes he was reselling cars, other times he was collecting computers to order. It was then that he met Albina. She was a humble honor student, studying a foreign language.
They became lovers. Then, they got married. Soon their firstborn, Dimka, was born. Albina threw herself wholeheartedly into motherhood. A couple of years later, a daughter, Lenochka, arrived. Taking care of two little ones wasted all her time and energy. Albina wanted to hire a nanny.
But Anton rejected it.
Children should be cared for by their mother. Anton said that he was investing everything in developing his business. Meanwhile, he’d buy a big TV, or a car for himself, or go out with friends. And when Albina required a hairdryer, her husband said that her old one was just good.
Time passed away. The children grew up and started school. Albina began to feel lonely and tired. If Albina asked him to go somewhere, Anton would say he was busy while he always found time to meet with his friends.
— We’d better get divorce, — Anton blurted out. — I’m tired of this whole family game. I have my own life. And I need freedom.
— Break up? — Albina said. — What about the children? What about me?
— Well, you’ll be fine, — Anton shrugged. — You’re a mother, after all. You’ll handle somehow.
That very evening, Anton moved out, pick up all his things. Albina couldn’t believe that her comfortable life had destr0yed overnight. She began to find a job. She had to leave the children with a neighbor.
With great difficulty, she handled to get a job as a cleaner at a shopping mall.
It wasn’t the job Albina had wanted, She had to take on extra shifts at night. Albina was ripped between work and home. And then she would be busted in the evenings.
— Mommy, why are you always at work? — little Lena asked. — I miss you so much.
— I’m sorry, sweetheart, — Albina sighed. — I need to earn money to buy us food and clothes.
— And what about Daddy? He earns a lot. Why doesn’t he help us?
Albina didn’t know what to say. Anton had seemingly disappeared from their lives.
Albina barely controlled to get time off from work and went to the office. There, she was in for a sh0ck. It happened that grandfather had been quietly buying shares of various companies throughout his life. And now he had left his entire inheritance to his beloved granddaughter.
Albina couldn’t believe her ears.
She remembered how grandfather always said, “Save your pennies, granddaughter. They’ll come in handy someday.” Now shae understood it.
Albina decided to use the money shrewdly.
She entered in professional development courses to return to her field. And part of the funds was invested in a small business. She opened a café in their neighborhood.
She was happy in working in the dining area sometimes—it helps her feel better the café’s atmosphere and chat with the patrons.
Albina naturally turned to welcome the new guests—and froze. He is Anton. Next to him was a young, striking blonde. She approached the table the couple had chosen.
— Good afternoon. What would you like to order? — Albina said.
Anton looked up from the menu and stared at his ex-wife in sh0ck:
— Albina? Are you working here as a waitress?
— Yes, I work here, — the woman replied calmly. — So, what will you have?
— Two cappuccinos and croissants, — Anton said. — Look at you, down on your luck. I thought you were still working as a cleaner. – he smirked.
— Your order will be ready in a few minutes, — she said.
When Albina brought the order, Anton couldn’t continue commenting again:
— You’re doing pretty well. Maybe serving coffee really is your calling?
Albina said nothing.
— Albina! How are you? So, shall we discuss our proposal? Are you free now?
Albina smiled:
— Well, as you can see, I’m working a bit on the side.
The second man laughed.
— You, as usual. In your situation, everyone is in offices, and here you are, out among the people.
Albina said:
— Enjoy your meal.
Anton sat there, mouth agape.
— So you’re the owner? — he finally managed to ask.
Albina smiled:
— Yes, this is my cafe’. Enjoy. If you need anything, you can ask the waitress Lena.
And Albina came into the office. She could experience her ex-husband’s surprised gaze on her back. It was obvious that she had finally let go of the past.
My Sister’s Boyfriend Was Mocking the Family Cookout I Hosted — He Received a Reality Check Soon
When my sister Amanda brought her new boyfriend Jeff to our family cookout, we expected a laid-back afternoon of burgers and laughter. Instead, Jeff’s arrogant critique of our setup led to an unforgettable showdown at the grill, revealing more about him than any of us anticipated.
My sister Amanda brought her new boyfriend, Jeff, to our family cookout yesterday. It was a casual get-together with about thirty people. Everyone contributed something for the sides.
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Amanda only brought a single bag of store-brand potato chips. Jeff, on the other hand, made himself at home by grabbing a beer right away before even saying hello to anyone.
We were having hamburgers and hot dogs, just relaxing with the family. Nothing fancy, just the way we liked it. The first plate of hot dogs was done, and we were waiting on the burgers when Jeff asked, “Is this it?”
Jeff | Source: Midjourney
My wife, Sarah, smiled and said, “The hamburgers will be ready soon.”
Jeff didn’t seem to care. “At my family’s barbecues, we have BBQ chicken, steak, shrimp, and many other options.” His voice had a hint of pride, and he looked around as if he was appraising our efforts.
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I could feel my blood boiling, but I kept my cool for Amanda’s sake. Jeff kept talking, his condescending comments filling the air. “You know, you guys should come to my place next time. I can show you how a real barbecue is done.”
Sarah glanced at me, her eyes asking for patience. Amanda was busy chatting with our cousins, oblivious to Jeff’s attitude.
Oblivious Amanda | Source: Midjourney
“Everyone has their own way of doing things,” Sarah said, trying to be diplomatic.
Jeff just shrugged. “Sure, but there’s always room for improvement, right?”
I clenched my teeth and took a deep breath. “Jeff, why don’t you sit down and enjoy what we have? It’s all about being together with family.”
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He nodded but didn’t seem to take the hint. Instead, he kept sipping his beer and critiquing everything. “The setup is a bit basic, don’t you think? At my family’s cookouts, we have a whole setup with tents and a proper grill.”
“Yeah, well, we like to keep things simple,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “It’s about the company, not the presentation.”
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Jeff looked like he was about to say something else, but Sarah cut in. “Amanda, why don’t you tell us more about your new job?”
Amanda turned, her face lighting up. “Oh, it’s been great! I’m really enjoying the new responsibilities.”
Jeff didn’t let the conversation shift for long. “You know, Amanda, we should host the next cookout. Show everyone how we do it.”
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Amanda smiled awkwardly. “Maybe, Jeff. But let’s just enjoy today, okay?”
I couldn’t believe this guy. He hadn’t even bothered to introduce himself properly, and here he was, acting like he was better than us. I caught Sarah’s eye again. She gave me a small nod, silently telling me to stay calm.
My brother, Mark, walked over, holding a plate of burgers. “Burgers are ready!” he announced.
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“Finally,” Jeff said under his breath.
I shot him a look, but he didn’t seem to notice. Everyone started grabbing plates and loading up on food. I made sure to get a burger and sat down next to Sarah.
“Just let it go,” she whispered. “He’s new.”
“I know,” I replied, trying to keep my voice low. “But he’s really pushing it.”
The host watches Jeff | Source: Midjourney
By this point, everyone was noticeably uncomfortable, and my wife was giving me the “please do something” look. I finally had enough when Jeff said, “Man, you guys really need to step up your game. This is kind of embarrassing.”
Without missing a beat, I turned to him and said, “You know what, Jeff? If this is so embarrassing, let’s go to the store right now, and you can show us how it’s done. We’ll buy everything you mentioned, and you can cook it yourself.”
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Jeff looked a bit taken aback but didn’t back down. “Fine, let’s do it,” he said confidently.
I grabbed my keys, and Jeff and I headed to the store. We bought BBQ chicken, steaks, shrimp, and all the fancy sides Jeff had bragged about. When we returned, I handed him an apron and said, “Alright, Jeff, the grill’s all yours.”
Jeff burns the food on the grill | Source: Midjourney
Jeff started fumbling with the grill, clearly out of his element. It became quickly apparent that he had no idea what he was doing. He overcooked the steaks, turning them into tough, leathery messes. The shrimp were rubbery and over-seasoned. The BBQ chicken was burnt on the outside and raw on the inside.
As we all stood there, trying not to laugh, I raised my glass and said, “To Jeff, for showing us how it’s done.” The whole family burst into laughter, and even Amanda couldn’t help but chuckle.
Burnt food | Source: Pexels
Jeff turned beet red and muttered something about the grill being faulty, but the damage was done. His bravado was shattered, and he spent the rest of the evening sulking in a corner.
The next day, Amanda called me, apologizing for Jeff’s behavior. She admitted she hadn’t realized how arrogant and clueless he was until that cookout. A few weeks later, she broke up with him, realizing she deserved someone who respected her family and wasn’t all talk.
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“Hey, remember Jeff?” Mark said at our latest cookout, flipping a burger with a grin.
“Oh, how could we forget?” Sarah replied, shaking her head with a laugh.
“I still can’t believe he thought he could show us up,” Amanda added, smiling but with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
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“That was something,” I said, raising my beer. “To Jeff, the BBQ master.”
Everyone laughed, clinking their glasses together.
“You know,” Amanda continued, “I learned a lot from that day. It’s not just about what people say they can do, but what they actually do. Actions speak louder than words.”
Family barbecue | Source: Midjourney
“Absolutely,” Sarah agreed. “And you deserve someone who can really follow through on things.”
“I do,” Amanda nodded. “And I’ve found someone who does just that. Maybe I’ll bring him to the next cookout.”
“That’s great to hear,” I said, genuinely happy for her.
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We all continued to reminisce, sharing stories and laughing. The memory of Jeff had become a funny, albeit embarrassing, chapter in our family’s history. It served as a reminder that no matter how fancy someone tries to make things, it’s the genuine effort and love put into something that truly matters.
“Who knew that one disastrous cookout would teach us so much?” Mark mused, taking a sip of his drink.
The host toasts to his family | Source: Midjourney
“Life has a funny way of teaching us lessons,” I said. “And sometimes, the best lessons come from the most unexpected places.”
“To family,” Sarah said, raising her glass.
Family cookout | Source: Pexels
“To family,” everyone echoed, smiling and enjoying the moment.
And so, even years later, the story of Jeff’s BBQ fiasco lived on, a legend within our family. It was a tale we would tell for years to come, always ending with laughter and a sense of togetherness.
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