My Daughter-in-Law Pocketed the Money I Sent My Grandson Every Month – I Taught Her a Lesson She Won’t Forget

When Mary discovers her grandson, Timmy, hasn’t received the $300 she sends monthly, suspicion falls on her daughter-in-law, Susan. Determined to uncover the truth, Mary devises a clever plan to expose her DIL.You won’t believe the audacity of my daughter-in-law, Susan. Let me tell you what happened. So, I’ve been sending 300 dollars every month to my grandson, Timmy, through Susan. She picks up the letters and hands them to him. At least, that’s what we agreed she would do. The reality, however, was very different!I came up with this plan and specifically told Susan not to mention the money comes from me because I don’t want to look like I’m buying Timmy’s love. The point of that money was not to spoil him, after all, but to teach him a valuable life skill.

 

My son and Susan do well enough financially but I wanted to ensure Timmy always got enough pocket money to help him learn to be financially responsible. That’s how I was raised, and how I raised all my kids, too.I thought everything was working out fine until one day, Timmy called me, asking for money.”Grandma, can you send me some money? I really want to buy this toy I’ve been dreaming about,” he said, his little voice full of excitement and hope. I was confused. “But Timmy, didn’t your mom give you pocket money just last week?” “No,” he replied, sounding a bit down. “I’ve been asking Mom to give me pocket money for ages, but she says I’m too young.” My jaw dropped. It took a minute before I could string a sentence together, but there was one more question I needed to ask Timmy.”But what about the toys you already have? Where did you get the money to buy them?” I asked.

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