Woman Comes to Meet Her Fiancé’s Parents and Sees Another Woman Posing as Her at the Dinner — Story of the Day

A man falls in love with a large woman but he is ashamed to be seen with her in public so he invites a thin girl to go with him to his parents’ anniversary celebration.

Mark Hallspringer was determined to find the perfect woman: bright, charming, witty, and of course, beautiful with a dynamite figure and great style. After all, he was handsome, successful and athletic, and quite a catch. He deserved the best.

When Mark started talking to Anna, he had no romantic intentions whatsoever. She definitely wasn’t his type. The funny thing is that sometimes we get what we need, not what we want, and it took Mark a long, long time to realize that.

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It all started when Mark was asked to coordinate efforts between the company’s sales director and the marketing division. Marketing, as it turned out, was being run very efficiently by a woman called Anna Coulton.

Even though Mark and Anna had been working in the same company and the same building for three years, they had never met, not at meetings, or mixers, or even the Christmas party.

Mark sent Anna an email asking her to explain how she was articulating her marketing push with the sales division (sales were lagging and blaming marketing).

Anna’s reply was concise, clear, and neatly put the ball back on the salesforce side of the fence. Mark liked the way her mind worked, and he also liked the fact that she had put forward several suggestions to help boost sales.

The next day, he called her on the phone to discuss her ideas, and to set up a meeting between her and the sales director. Anna had a lovely throaty voice, and a lovely laugh, and halfway through they were chatting like old friends.

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From then on, Mark found himself calling Anna — supposedly to check up on progress — but in reality to hear her voice. He liked Anna Coulton’s intelligence and sense of humor, and he loved talking to her.

A few weeks of daily conversations down the line, Mark asked Anna out on a date. There was a long silence on the other end of the line. “Are you sure about that, Mark?” Anna asked.

“Of course!” Mark said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I may not be what you expect,” she said quietly. “I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.”

“Tea…” said Mark. “Did I ever tell you my mother’s British? I love tea, every type of tea, I’m addicted to tea…” Anna laughed and reluctantly agreed to have lunch with Mark on Saturday.

The day arrived and Mark waited impatiently outside the restaurant for Anna to arrive. “I should have asked if she was a blonde or a brunette!” he thought to himself. “How will I know who she is?”

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Just then, a large girl approached Mark and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hello, Mark,” said Anna’s throaty, sexy voice. “I’m Anna.”

Mark was stunned. Whatever he had expected wasn’t this! Anna was beautiful, yes, very beautiful with a face worthy of the cover of Vogue, but she was overweight. She was what they now tactfully call a plus-size.

But then they started talking, and Mark forgot about her weight and found himself completely fascinated by Anna and her radiant smile. At the end of lunch, he already knew he wanted to see her again.

Over the next six months, they fell in love, but Mark found himself cringing from the idea that other people would know he was dating a big girl. The truth is, he was embarrassed, and that embarrassment shamed him.

At work, they kept their relationship under wraps, because of company policy, but Mark had already met Anna’s family and knew she was waiting to meet his. The issue became even more pressing when he found himself proposing one night.

He loved Anna. He wanted to spend all his time, the rest of his life with her, but he didn’t want anyone to know… He imagined his kid brother’s smirk as he eyed Anna’s ample curves. No! It wasn’t going to happen!

Then disaster struck. His parents were having their 40th wedding anniversary celebration and Anna helped him to shop for a present. “So when is the party, babe?” Anna asked excitedly. “I can’t wait to meet them! Do they know we’re engaged?”

Mark nodded. “Yes, they do! They know all about you!” That was a lie. All that his parents knew was that Mark was in love and engaged to a beautiful girl called Anna, but they knew nothing specific about her at all.

Mark explained that the party would be at his parents’ home in Connecticut, and they would take the two-hour drive over on Friday night, then spend the weekend. Anna was delighted, and Mark was horrified. How was he going to get out of this bind? Anna expected to go, and his parents expected her there…

Then Mark had an idea. It was a stupid idea, though it seemed to be brilliant at the time mostly because it would save him embarrassment.

Two days before they were supposed to drive up to Connecticut, Mark called Anna. “Honey, I have bad news!” he said. “I’m on a plane. The board wants me up in Colorado to sort out a labor issue, which means I’ll be flying directly to Connecticut on Saturday morning, if at all. I’m sorry, you won’t be able to go with me!”

Anna was very disappointed. “Oh, no!” she gasped, I’m so sorry. But what about your present? Do you want me to send it by special delivery?”

Mark sighed with relief. Anna was taking it well. “Baby, that would be brilliant! Let me give you my parents’ address…”

Anna hung up the phone. Poor Mark! He’d sounded so disappointed! Anna stared down at his parents’ address and an idea popped into her head. Why not deliver the gift in person? It would be a lovely surprise for Mark!

That it would be a mistake didn’t even cross Anna’s mind until she knocked on the door of Mark’s parents’ house and a slender older woman answered.

“Yes?” the woman said politely.

Anna gave her best smile. “Hi,” she said. “This is an anniversary gift for Mr. and Mrs. Hallspringer?”

The woman smiled and took the present from Anna’s hands. “Thank you!” she said and started to close the door.

Anna put out her hand. “I’m Anna. Anna Coulton, Mark’s fiancée?” She started to feel nervous when the woman’s mouth hung open.

“Is this a joke, young woman?” she asked sternly. “Because my son and his fiancée Anna are sitting down to dinner with me this minute…” Anna pushed past the woman rudely and walked into the house.

There was a big table set up in the dining room and at one end was Mark, and next to him, hanging on to his arm was a slender gorgeous girl. “Mark!” Anna cried. “What is going on here?”

Mark jumped to his feet and his face turned deadly white. “Anna-” he stuttered. “It’s not what you think… This woman, she’s an actress…”

“I don’t understand,” Anna cried. “If you don’t love me, why did you propose!”

“I do love you!” Mark said. “It’s just that… I was afraid…You…You know…”

“No,” Anna said. “I don’t know. What about me?” The other people around the table were sitting in absolute silence and most of them were looking down, and away from Mark.

Mark whispered, “You’re so…big.”

Anna looked him in the eyes for one long moment then she took off her ring and placed it on the table.

“You don’t know what love is. If you loved me,” she said sadly, “you wouldn’t be ashamed of me.” Before Mark could say another word, she turned her back and walked out.

Mark tried to phone Anna again and again, but she wouldn’t take his phone calls, not even at work. He was desolate. He missed Anna more and more, and he now realized he might have lost her forever.

There had to be a way to win her back, to make her see that he’d learned his lesson… The next day, when Anna was walking up to the office block she and Mark worked in, she saw a crowd of her colleagues milling around in front of the building and pointing at a huge billboard on the other side of the street.

When they saw Anna, they all started to whistle and clap. Anna frowned, then she saw the billboard, and her mouth dropped open. On the huge billboard was a photo of herself and Mark, with their arms around each other.

A huge caption proclaimed, “I LOVE ANNA COULTON AND I WANT TO MARRY HER!” Anna was still trying to process the whole scene when Mark walked up to her and dropped to one knee.

“Please marry me,” Mark said with tears in his eyes. “I love you, now and forever, forgive me even if I’m an idiot!”

“You ARE an idiot!” Anna said, “But I still love you!”

Anna and Mark are making plans for a winter wedding up in Connecticut and all their friends and both families are invited.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Accept people for who and what they are. Mark was in love with Anna but he was afraid of what people would think because she was plus-size.
  • What matters the most is the love and kindness in people’s hearts, not their looks. When he lost Anna, Mark finally realized what really mattered to him.

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My Stepdaughters Hid My Daughter’s Passport So She Couldn’t Go On Vacation—I Wanted to Cancel It Entirely, but Karma Hit First

Michael thought his blended family was finally settling into a rhythm until his stepdaughters pulled a stunt that made his blood boil. Hiding his daughter’s passport to keep her from a long-awaited vacation? Unforgivable. But before he could act, karma stepped in, and what happened next left everyone speechless.

You think you know the people you live with until they show you exactly who they are.

When I married Pam, I thought we’d build a peaceful life together, even with our complicated family dynamics. But after what her daughters did to Kya, I realized I’d been fooling myself all along.

A man in his house | Source: Midjourney

A man in his house | Source: Midjourney

When my first wife passed away, my world shattered.

But that feeling was not just for me. It was also for my daughter, Kya. She was only 13 when that happened.

I did everything I could to keep her world stable and ensure she never felt alone.

That’s why, when I met Pam a few years later, I thought maybe I could build something good again. She was warm and understanding, and we connected in a way I never expected after my loss.

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A woman standing outdoors | Source: Midjourney

She had two daughters, but back then, I didn’t think it would be an issue.

Danise was already married, and Tasha was engaged. I assumed it would just be me, Pam, and Kya in the house.

A fresh start. A second chance at family.

But life had other plans.

One by one, Pam’s daughters’ relationships crumbled. Within two years of our marriage, both Danise and Tasha had split from their partners and moved back in with their toddlers.

Soon, my once-quiet home became a chaotic whirlwind of toys, tantrums, and tension.

A toddler playing in a room | Source: Midjourney

A toddler playing in a room | Source: Midjourney

I felt for them. Divorce isn’t easy. Being a single mother isn’t easy. But sympathy only goes so far when the people you let into your home start treating your daughter like an outsider.

It started small.

“Hey, Kya, can you get me a glass of water?” Danise asked one evening, lounging on the couch.

Kya, being the sweet kid she was, didn’t mind. But then it became a pattern.

“Kya, take the trash out.”

“Kya, watch the kids for a sec.”

“Kya, go grab my laundry from the dryer.”

An upset girl | Source: Midjourney

An upset girl | Source: Midjourney

One night, I overheard them while I was heading to the kitchen.

“I don’t see why she has to sit around when we’re all working so hard,” Tasha muttered to Danise.

My hands clenched into fists. I walked into the living room and looked straight at Pam.

“This stops now,” I said. “Kya isn’t your daughters’ maid.”

Pam sighed. “They don’t mean any harm. They’re just overwhelmed with the kids.”

“Then they can ask politely. And actually pay her if they want help with the kids.”

A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

Pam agreed, and things settled. But only for a while.

Kya, being the smart girl she was, started refusing to help when Danise and Tasha kept “forgetting” to pay her. To keep the peace, Pam finally stepped in.

“I’ll pay you, honey,” she told Kya one evening, handing her some cash. “They should. But since they won’t, I think it’s only fair I pay you.”

That was the balance we struck. And for a brief moment, I thought we had finally found some peace in the house.

Until the day we were leaving for vacation.

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A man holding suitcases | Source: Unsplash

I knew things in the house were tense, so I thought a short family vacation might help. I planned a three-day getaway to a nice resort.

Everyone seemed on board. Even Kya, who usually kept her distance from her stepsisters, looked excited as she packed her bags.

But then Danise and Tasha dropped a bombshell while we were going over last-minute details.

“You know,” Danise started, casually folding her arms, “it might make more sense if Kya stays behind to watch the kids.”

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A woman talking to her stepfather | Source: Midjourney

I looked up from my suitcase, my brow furrowing. “What?”

Tasha nodded like this was some brilliant idea. “Yeah! I mean, bringing the little ones would be a nightmare, and we can’t just leave them with any babysitter. You know how fussy they are.”

“Plus,” Danise added, “Kya already knows their routines. It would be way easier for everyone.”

I scoffed. “Not happening. Kya is coming with us.”

A man talking to his stepdaughter | Source: Midjourney

A man talking to his stepdaughter | Source: Midjourney

“Dad, come on,” Danise said. “Think about it—”

“I have thought about it,” I interrupted. “And we already hired a babysitter. If you don’t want to bring the kids, she can watch them. End of discussion.”

They exchanged a look, but I didn’t give them time to argue. I zipped up my suitcase and walked out of the room.

I thought that was the end of it. But it wasn’t.

I woke up to chaos the next morning.

“Dad! My passport is gone!” Kya’s panicked voice echoed through the house.

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A girl standing in her bedroom | Source: Midjourney

“What?” I rushed into her room, finding her frantically digging through her backpack. “It was right here! I put it in the side pocket last night!”

I didn’t waste time. “Everyone, check your bags. Check the house. We’re not leaving without it.”

As Kya and I tore her room apart, Pam and her daughters hung back near the door.

“Maybe we should just go without her,” Pam suggested hesitantly. “We can’t miss our flight.”

“Excuse me?” I blurted out, narrowing my eyes.

Tasha shrugged. “She can stay and watch the kids like we planned.”

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A young woman | Source: Midjourney

Something about the way she said it made my stomach turn.

And then I noticed something else. The babysitter I had hired was nowhere in sight.

I grabbed my phone and dialed her number. She picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, Michael. Just wanted to let you know I got the message. Thanks for the heads-up!”

I frowned. “What message?”

“The one telling me I wasn’t needed anymore. Danise texted me this morning.”

What the heck? I thought. How dare she?

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A man holding his phone | Source: Pexels

That’s when I understood what was going on in my house. I hung up and immediately confronted my stepdaughters.

“Where is it?”

Danise played dumb. “Where’s what?”

I took a step closer. “The passport.”

Tasha cracked first, her face flushing. “Okay, fine! We hid it! But it’s not a big deal, Dad, we were just—”

I held up a hand. “Enough. If that passport doesn’t reappear in the next five minutes, this vacation is off for everyone.”

Silence.

Then, with an annoyed huff, Danise stormed off to her room.

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A woman walking into a room | Source: Midjourney

A moment later, she returned and tossed Kya’s passport onto the table.

“There. Happy now?” she muttered.

But before I could say anything, Kya grabbed my arm. Her eyes were wide open as if something was seriously wrong.

“Dad. Maybe you shouldn’t do this,” she said in a shaky voice. “Look at the kids. Is it what I think it is?”

I turned and that’s when I saw it.

Oh. My. God.

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A close-up shot of a man’s face | Source: Midjourney

Red spots. Scratching. Restlessness.

My grandkids were covered in them.

Chickenpox.

Kya and I had it as kids, but Tasha, Danise, and even Pam… they never had it.

Danise gasped, stepping back like the kids were ticking time bombs. “No way. NO WAY! Are you sure?!”

Tasha’s face went pale. “Oh my God. Mom, we have to get out of here—”

I crossed my arms. “Well, you wanted Kya to stay home, didn’t you? Looks like now you have no choice but to stay too.”

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A man talking to his stepdaughter | Source: Midjourney

“Dad, that’s not fair!” Danise protested. “We—”

“Not fair?” I let out a bitter laugh. “You mean like how it wasn’t fair when you tried to trap Kya here so she’d babysit for you?”

Tasha clenched her fists. “It was for the kids! We didn’t mean anything by it!”

I shook my head. “No, you meant exactly what you did. You just didn’t expect karma to hit back this fast.”

Silence.

Then, before they could protest, I grabbed my phone. “I’m rescheduling my flight. Kya and I are still going.”

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A man using his phone | Source: Pexels

Pam’s eyes widened. “Michael—”

“No, Pam.” I cut her off. “Your daughters showed me exactly who they are today. And you? You stood by and let it happen.”

Pam looked away as guilt flickered across her face.

An hour later, Kya and I were at the airport, boarding our rescheduled flight.

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People boarding an airplane | Source: Pexels

During the vacation, I had enough time to think about everything that had been going on. Watching Kya laugh, swim, and explore without the constant weight of home on her shoulders made something painfully clear to me.

She wasn’t happy.

Not in that house. Not with Pam and her daughters.

And if I was being honest, I hadn’t been happy for a long time either.

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A man lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

At first, I tried to convince myself it was just the stress of a blended family. That things would get better. That I had to be patient.

But while sitting by the ocean and watching my daughter finally enjoy herself, I saw the truth. Kya and I deserved better.

And I needed to do something about it.

When we returned three days later, the house was eerily silent.

Pam barely spoke while her daughters were still recovering from the worst of the chickenpox.

I sat down in the living room, rubbing my temples.

“Pam, this has gone too far,” I said finally. “They went behind my back, tried to manipulate Kya, and now I don’t even recognize my own home.”

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A man talking to his wife | Source: Midjourney

Pam frowned. “Michael, we can fix this—”

“No,” I said firmly. “We can’t. Because this isn’t about one incident. This is a pattern. They’ve disrespected my daughter over and over again, and I’ve let it slide for too long. But this? This was the last straw.”

Pam’s eyes filled with panic. “You’re overreacting! You would seriously break up this family over a vacation?”

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A woman looking at her husband | Source: Midjourney

I let out a humorless laugh. “No, I’m ending it because my daughter’s feelings will always come first. And you all made it very clear where she stands in this family. I can’t let this happen in my house. This needs to end.”

“Are you going to kick us out?” Pam asked in a shaky voice.

“Yes,” I said.

“But where are we supposed to go?” Danise asked, standing near the door. It looked like she and her sister had been listening to our conversation.

“You can’t do this to us!” Tasha blurted out. “This isn’t fair!”

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

“I can. And where are you supposed to go? Umm…” I shrugged. “That’s for you to figure out. Just like Kya would’ve had to if I let you treat her like a babysitter instead of my daughter.”

Pam stared at me, searching for any sign that I would change my mind. But I was done.

“Start packing,” I said. “I want you out by the end of the week.”

That’s how I kicked Pam and her daughters out of the house. If they couldn’t respect my daughter, they had no right to live in my house. They always took me for granted because I was the one providing for the family.

Well, let’s see how they handle things now.

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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.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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