My Unemployed Son-in-Law Spent $1000 on “Massages,” Stranding My Expecting Daughter Without Funds, So I Intervened

When my expectant daughter Jane realized her credit card was drained due to her unemployed spouse Mark’s lavish massage expenses, her world shattered. Intent on setting him straight, I arranged a weekend getaway he’d never forget, transforming his anticipated relaxation into a strenuous reality check about duty.

It was a serene Saturday morning when my phone buzzed. Jane’s name flashed on the display, and I answered promptly.

“Dad, I’m at my wit’s end,” she wept.

“Jane, take a deep breath. What’s the matter?” I inquired, anxiety tightening in my gut.

“It’s Mark,” she bawled. “He took my credit card and spent it all… on massages!”

My temper flared. “He did what? While you’re tirelessly working and carrying a child?”

“Yes,” she wailed. “I tried purchasing necessities for the baby, and my card was rejected. I checked my account, and there they were—four transactions of $250 each. All on his massages.”

My rage surged. How could he be so thoughtless? “I’ll be there in an hour,” I declared, seizing my keys.

Reflecting on Jane’s hardships as I drove, I recalled her telling me months earlier about Mark’s job loss. They had downsized from their spacious home to a cramped apartment.

Jane had liquidated much of their belongings, including her jewelry, just to scrape by. She was laboring full-time during her pregnancy. Mark’s irresponsibility was incomprehensible.

Arriving, I found Jane in tears, visibly worn and distressed. “He’s likely at another massage,” she remarked bitterly.

I guided her to the sofa. “We need a detailed talk. Explain everything.”

She dabbed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “I’ve been pushing myself to the limit, Dad. I hoped he’d quit the massages, but he persisted. He claims they alleviate his ‘stress.’ What about my stress, Dad? I’m the one earning for both of us while pregnant!”

My heart sank for her. “You’re absolutely right. This must end. I have a plan, but it’ll be tough.”

Hope mixed with uncertainty in Jane’s eyes. “I’m ready for anything. I can’t continue this way.”

“Good,” I affirmed, my resolve hardening. “We’re going to give him a lesson he’ll remember.”

Jane dabbed her eyes once more. “What’s your plan?”

“We’ll head to our family cabin,” I disclosed. “He thinks it’ll be a restful weekend, but I’ve planned intense labor for him. He needs to grasp what real stress and effort involve.”

Jane’s expression brightened yet remained hesitant. “Do you think this will work?”

“I believe so,” I asserted. “He needs to appreciate the value of money and his role in supporting his family. This might be the reality check he needs.”

Jane slowly nodded. “Okay, Dad. I trust you.”

I embraced her tightly. “Everything will be okay, Jane. We’ll handle this together. Mark must realize he can’t continue this way. Change is necessary.”

She exhaled deeply. “I hope you’re right.”

I reassured her with a pat. “I am sure. Let’s initiate this plan.”

We spent the next hour poring over credit card statements and strategizing on confronting Mark. I departed with a newfound determination to aid my daughter and set things right. The plan was in motion, and I was ready to act.

Upon reaching the cabin, Mark exited the car, relaxed. “This place looks perfect for unwinding,” he commented, stretching.

I chuckled briefly. “Hold that thought, Mark. This weekend has a different agenda.”

Mark’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

I handed him a list. “Here’s your itinerary: roof repairs, fence mending, wall painting, and lawn mowing. It’s time you experienced real labor.”

Mark gaped. “What? I thought we were here to relax!”

“This is your wake-up call,” I stated sternly. “You need to comprehend the value of hard labor and what Jane endures daily.”

Mark grumbled but reluctantly acquiesced. “Fine, but I’m not pleased about this.”

Mark’s initiation into genuine toil began with roof repairs, visibly challenging him. “This is tougher than it appears,” he mumbled.

“Welcome to actual work,” I responded. “Continue.”

As we progressed to fence repairs, Mark’s irritation escalated with the challenging tools. “I can’t manage this,” he snapped.

“Learn,” I insisted. “Jane had to learn how to sustain you both while pregnant.”

Flushing with embarrassment and anger, Mark persisted. As the day wore on, his pace slowed, fatigue setting in, sweat drenching him, and blisters forming on his hands.

“You wanted to unwind, right?” I observed as he shakily painted. “This is what being responsible entails.”

By day’s end, Mark collapsed on the couch, utterly spent. “This is overwhelming,” he admitted weakly.

“Overwhelming?” I retorted. “Jane does this daily, with a baby on the way.”

The next dawn, I roused Mark early. “Time for more work,” I announced.

Mark groaned but rose. The second day proved even more grueling, stretching from dawn till dusk with continuous labor.

By the weekend’s close, a defeated Mark sat down. “I never realized how arduous this could be,” he confessed quietly.

I handed him an envelope. “Open it,” I instructed.

Puzzled, he complied. Inside was a check for $1000. “What’s this?” he inquired, confused.

“Your earnings for the weekend,” I explained. “It’s the sum you spent on massages. Now, use this to reimburse Jane.”

Mark’s eyes widened. “I… I understand now.”

I leaned in. “Mark, you’ve been squandering my daughter’s hard-earned money on luxuries you can’t afford. She’s pregnant, working tirelessly, and saving for your child. It’s time you start being the partner she deserves.”

Mark’s complexion reddened with a mix of shame and realization. He quietly accepted the check and nodded. “Thank you, sir. I get it now.”

Upon returning home, Mark presented the check to Jane and apologized genuinely. “I’m so sorry, Jane,” he stated, voice cracking. “I promise to seek employment and contribute more at home. I’ll take on some chores to lighten your load.”

Jane, tears welling, nodded. “Thank you, Mark. That means a great deal.”

In the following weeks, Mark upheld his vow. He secured part-time employment and assumed greater home responsibilities. The cabin experience had transformed him, instilling the importance of hard work and familial support.

And as for me, I knew I had made the correct decision, benefiting not just Jane but their future family as well. Occasionally, a harsh lesson is essential for profound change.

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