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Our Stepdad Gifted My Mom a Pack of Toilet Paper for Her Birthday â Our Revenge on Him Was Harsh

My stepdad always made a big deal about being the âman of the house,â but when his âspecial giftâ for my momâs birthday turned out to be a pack of toilet paper, I decided it was time for payback. And letâs just say someone else ended up desperately needing that present.
My stepfather, Jeff, loved reminding us he was the breadwinner of the house throughout our entire childhood. Anytime we sat down to dinner, heâd start with his usual spiel.

A man lauhing at a dinning table | Source: Midjourney
âYouâre lucky I keep this roof over your heads,â heâd say and chortle. He also said it all the time while leaning back on his worn-out recliner. It was his favorite thing in the world.
My mom, Jane, always nodded along. She was the kind of woman who avoided conflict at any cost. She wasnât raised in the 1950s, but her upbringing had been different from ours. Staying quiet had become almost an art form for her.
As her kids, my siblings (Chloe, Lily, and Anthony) and I could see that she desperately wanted to speak up but didnât. Meanwhile, we surely didnât consider him âthe king of the castleâ or a âreal man,â which were other phrases Jeff used to describe himself.

A woman at a dinning table | Source: Midjourney
Yes, he paid all the bills while we were growing up, and we were thankful. But that wasnât an excuse to treat our mother like a servant and think he was better than the rest of us.
We had tried for years to get Mom to leave him to no avail.
Eventually, we all moved out of their house as we reached adulthood, but my sisters and I continued to visit Mom often. Anthony lived on the other side of the country, but he checked in every other day.

A man on the phone | Source: Midjourney
Still, we worried about her.
I felt that our visits werenât enough to truly know what was going on in that house. I often sat alone in my apartment and wondered if Mom would ever leave this man and if there was something he could do to finally make her snap out of her proverbial shackles.
Yes, this is where it gets good.
This year, Jeff simply went too far. For days leading up to Momâs birthday, he wouldnât stop bragging about the âspecial giftâ heâd picked out for her.

A man on a reclining chair | Source: Midjourney
âThis oneâs going to knock her socks off,â he said over dinner at their house, grinning like a buffoon.
I wanted to believe him. Maybe he had finally decided to treat her with the respect she deserved. But deep down, I knew better. Jeff was Jeff, and people like him never changed.
My momâs birthday arrived, and of course, my sisters and I were there, sitting in the living room. Jeff had a twinkle in his eyes, and I knew Mom had hope in hers.

Three sisters with presents in their hands | Source: Midjourney
After she opened our presents, my stepdad handed her a huge, beautifully wrapped package. He was smiling, and my momâs face lit up as she carefully untied the ribbon.
âOh, Jeff, you didnât have to,â she said softly.
âYes, I did. Go on. Open it,â he urged, leaning forward in his chair.
She unwrapped the box slowly, savoring the moment⌠until she saw what was insideâ toilet paper. 12-pack. Four-ply. Jumbo rolls.

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Mom blinked in confusion.
âItâs so soft. Just like you!â Jeff declared, slapping his knee and cackling. âAnd look, four-ply, to represent your four kids. Perfect, right?â
Mom let out a nervous laugh, but I could see her eyes glistening. My sisters and I exchanged a look. This wasnât just a bad joke; it was cruel.
Weâd had enough. We had to do something.

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***
Two days later, our plan began to take shape. Jeff loved two things: being the âbig manâ and free food. So, we invited him to a âfamily dinnerâ at the Chinese restaurant he always raved about.
Chloe, my youngest sibling, was the one who planted the idea.
âWeâll do it in his favorite place. He wonât suspect a thing,â she said, smirking.
Lily, being the eldest and most practical, raised an eyebrow. âAnd what happens after?â
âOh, donât worry,â Chloe replied. âWeâll handle it.â

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We set the date and made sure to hype it up, so Jeff wouldnât miss it.
âDinnerâs on us this time,â Chloe told him sweetly
Jeff puffed out his chest. âWell, itâs about time someone else paid for once. Iâm glad that being out of the house has finally opened your eyes to how great you fared because of me!â
We rolled our eyes internally.
The restaurant was bustling that night. Shiny red lanterns hung from the ceiling, giving the space a nice reddish glow.

Chinese restaurant | Source: Midjourney
The food from other tables smelled delicious, and I could tell Jeff was hungry as we sat down at our table.
âWhen are your mom and Lily getting here?â he asked, wrinkling his nose toward the front door.
âDonât worry. Theyâll be here soon. How about we order food anyway?â I suggested, nodding towards Chloe.
She agreed and started rattling off things she wanted, things we specifically planned to order: Szechuan beef, Kung Pao chicken, and the spiciest mapo tofu on the menu.

Chinese menu | Source: Midjourney
Jeff ordered his usual, but I knew what we had in mind would still work.
Each dish came out looking like a masterpiece of fiery reds and deep browns, garnished with fresh herbs and enough chili to make a grown man cry.
Chloeâs eyes twinkled as the waiter finished arranging everything on the table.
âJeff, you can handle spicy, right?â she asked, pretending to be concerned.

A woman smiling at Chinese restaurant | Source: Midjourney
Jeff stayed silent for a second, stumped, then nodded quickly. âI didnât realize you gals wanted to share everything. Of course, I can eat anything. Nothing is ever too spicy for a real man.â
I chimed in with, âBe careful with these, though. Theyâre pretty hot.â
I just knew my words would make him mad.
âDonât be ridiculous, Amelia,â Jeff scoffed and took his chopsticks to skewer a piece of beef straight into his mouth.

A man looking serious at a Chinese restaurant | Source: Midjourney
At first, he gave out an exaggerated moan, to âprove his manliness,â but soon, his face turned redder than the lanterns above us. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he chewed and breathed through his nose.
âEverything alright?â Chloe asked, again faking worry.
âYes, yes,â he lied through his full mouth. âThis is good stuff.â
I was sure Jeff wouldnât grab more after gulping down an entire glass of Coke, but Chloe and I began eating in earnest.
âOh, itâs not so spicy after all,â Chloe commented, smiling sugary-sweet. She was baiting him.

A woman smiling with chopsticks in her hand | Source: Midjourney
I nodded, grabbing more.
Not to be outdone, Jeff began to eat more. He was breathing roughly now, but when we asked if he was alright, he simply said, âThis really clears the sinuses, gals.â
Still, his fingers went up and snapped at the waiter to bring him more Coke.
Chloe leaned over and whispered, âHeâs going to feel that later.â
âOh, definitely,â I whispered back, grinning conspiratorially.

A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney
***
While Jeff was busy showing off his âmachoâ tolerance for heat, Mom and Lily were busy back at the house with a rented U-Haul and movers.
They worked quickly to load up Momâs belongings, such as clothes, keepsakes, her favorite chair, and even the toaster. I told them to take the things Mom had given Jeff over the years by saving up when she could: the recliner and his specialty tools.

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But the pièce de rÊsistance was Chloe telling them to remove every single roll of toilet paper in the house.
***
Jeff was still red when we left the restaurant, and he was grumbling about Mom and Lily being no-shows. So I just suggested going to the house to see if anything had happened.
When we arrived, everything was ready. The truck had already left. Meanwhile, Mom and Lily were hiding in the garage.
Jeff walked in with Chloe and me right behind him. He barely made it two steps into the living room before he froze.

A dimly lit living room | Source: Midjourney
âWhereâs my recliner?â he barked, scanning the empty spot.
âGone,â Chloe piped in casually, tilting her head. âMom took whatâs hers.â
Jeff turned to us and his face reddened again, but before he could say another word, his stomach gurgled loudly. He doubled over slightly, clutching his gut.
âOh, man, I think that spicy foodââ He paused, looking around frantically.

A man holding his stomach | Source: Midjourney
âIs something wrong, Jeff? I hope it wasnât the food,â I said, blinking innocently.
He stared daggers at me before bolting down the hall. Moments later, we heard the bathroom door slam.
Lily and Mom appeared out of their hiding spot right in time to hear the sound of Jeff panicking. âWhat the hell? Whereâs all the toilet paper?!â he yelled.
I couldnât hold it in anymore.
âWe took that along with the recliner!â I shouted, laughter bubbling up. âAfter all, it also belonged to Mom!â

A woman laughing | Source: Midjourney
âWHAT?â he shouted back.
It seemed like he wasnât getting it, so Mom stepped closer to the bathroom door. âIâM LEAVING YOU, JEFF! And I took what was mine,â she exclaimed firmly. âIncluding my dignity.â
Jeff groaned loudly from behind the bathroom door. âYou canât just leave me like this!â he yelled.
âWATCH ME!â Mom replied, adding, âNot that you can right now, but enjoy staying in the bathroom all night!â

A woman next to a closed door | Source: Midjourney
My sisters and I stared at each other, giggling.
Jeff groaned, and there were other unsavory sounds, which I took as our cue to leave. âLetâs go, Mom,â I said.
She nodded and walked out, thanking us.
***
The next day, Jeff tried to call her. Over and over again, he left voicemails full of fake apologies and pitiful excuses.
âJane, come on, be reasonable! You canât just run off like this!â he begged.

A man using a phone | Source: Midjourney
But Mom didnât answer or call back.
Instead, Chloe had a better idea.
On his birthday, we sent Jeff a little gift. A jumbo pack of toilet paper, wrapped just as carefully as the one heâd given Mom.
Attached was a handwritten note that read: âFor a real man.â

Rolls of toilet paper on a porch | Source: Midjourney
Mom moved in with Lily, a temporary arrangement where we all helped while she found a job. Anthony was delighted to learn about what we had done and wished he was there, too.
From what I hear, Jeffâs still complaining to anyone whoâll listen. But Mom is finally living her life without his control, and we couldnât be prouder.

A happy woman | Source: Midjourney
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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