My 32-Year-Old Son Threw a Wild Birthday Party at My House and Nearly Destroyed It

Returning home, I found my door barely hanging, windows shattered, and my cherished belongings ruined. A note from Stuart casually mentioned the “wild party” and suggested I tidy up. Furious, I left voicemails he ignored.

Martha, seeing the wreckage, invited me over later. She’d also summoned Stuart. He arrived, ignoring me but eager for Martha’s favor. She announced she was moving to a retirement home and had planned to give Stuart her house—but after seeing my ruined home, she chose me instead, along with most of her estate.

Stuart exploded, denying the damage was serious, but Martha stood firm. He stormed out, disowning us both. I was overwhelmed, grateful for Martha’s kindness but devastated by my son’s betrayal. Her gift was immense, yet the moment felt bittersweet.