I Am Sure My Mother Is Guilty Of My Father's Death

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  • Published on:  Monday, May 27, 2019


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    Hello! My name is Anthony I am thirteen and I am about to tell you the story of how I ran away from home because I thought that my mother had killed my father.

    What should I have thought when my mother and father crossed the world together and then my mother returned, looking pretty good… with my father’s remains. But let me tell you the story from the start.

    My father always liked adventure and was constantly in search of some action. He loved alpine skiing, he's been paragliding and done all the things that are associated with risk and adrenaline.

    My mother, on the contrary, was very down to earth. She was constantly forbidding my father to do all the exciting things that he enjoyed so much… and I could never understand why. I have to admit that my father did not really pay attention to my mother’s restrictions and went on doing whatever he wanted.

    We lived all together, my father, my mother, and my two younger sisters. And I was always very close to my father. I loved his active lifestyle, full of adrenaline and excitement. But it seemed to me that she, my mother, simply hated him for having such an insatiable appetite for life.

    So I was not really surprised when I started to hear the word “divorce” more and more often.

    But that also meant talking about the house, which in fact, belonged to my father. My mother would often say that she did not want to see him anymore and that she wished that he would leave. But it seemed that he was not just going to leave the house that he grew up in and where his son and two daughters were growing up too.

    From what I saw, he was trying to save their marriage, at least for the sake of the children. You may think that children do not understand what is really going on between their parents, but I did. And I understood that my father insisted that they take things to a family psychologist and see if he could get them to save the good things between them, y'know, if they were still there.

    So it was not surprising that one day my father told me that he and Mom were going on vacation together, and that he was inviting his sister Helen to look after us during the two weeks that they were going to spend on the other side of the Earth.

    I was so happy for them! I thought that this would probably solve all of their problems and that my mother would get to take a break from her house-keeping routine and... who knows, maybe during this vacation she would change her mind and start taking pleasure in this active way of life that my father enjoyed so much. And that they would come back happier than they were.

    But in reality everything turned out the other way around.

    Mother, indeed, came back. But she came alone, she did not answer any questions, she only repeated that there was an accident, and sometimes she'd say, “I warned him.”

    And she seemed strangely calm and kept to herself, making all the necessary preparations for the funeral.

    ‘Cos something happened over there and my father returned home in an urn - my mother managed to fix all the formalities and bring his ashes along with her.

    That was the end of their story and their problems that they wanted to solve… And... it almost seemed to me that my mother looked… relieved?

    I was stricken with grief and was sitting in the corner under the stairs, rocking back and forth, trying to come to grips with the fact that my father was gone forever. And my mother... planned a party! She was going to invite as many people as she could, and it was really very strange – if they both knew so many people – from her work, from my father’s work, from the neighborhood... Why didn’t she invite them over when my father was with us?!

    He loved to throw a big party, but he would always get very noisy and loud and would suggest doing something, as my mother would put it, stupid. Whether it was diving into our pool, or potato sack racing, or just playing soccer on my mother’s beloved lawn – all of that would be frowned upon and later on, after the guests left, and he would be reminded of his “unacceptable behavior.”

    So why was she doing it all now? And why was she counting the knives and forks, the cups in the cupboard, and the sheets in the closet? And she was so calm, just going through the motions, doing the things that she used to do all her life: cleaning, laundering, gardening… Did it matter that all she was interested in was this house and the things in it?

    And what exactly did she “warn him” about? That if he didn’t leave her this house… she would kill him?!..

    And the more I watched my mother on the day of the funeral, the more I thought that I was right in my suspicions.

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  • Source: https://youtu.be/TfPZ-wigNVI




     4 months ago +810

    Have you ever misjudged your parents? We hope not quite as tragically as he did. Please tell us in the comments and remember that behind every action there can be reasons you simply do not know.

  • Patronus88



    It was sad that the father died but in my opnion he was kind of selfish because he was more concered about having fun than thinking about his health and being there for his family in the long haul, having a quiet life dosen't necessarily mean a boring life

  • Messi Cajurao

    Messi Cajurao

     6 days ago


  • jordao kruk

    jordao kruk

     7 days ago +1

    they should have told the kids what was going on and the wife did not understand her own husband at all he wanted to live as there was no tomorrow i bet the only regret he had was not to see his kids grow up the mother is a really in the wrong here

  • P Ward

    P Ward

     14 days ago +1

    Why are the videos different from the names shouldn't the video be called I accused my mother for my father's death

  • Apollo OFFLIMITZ

    Apollo OFFLIMITZ

     14 days ago +1

    Your lucky your father even spent time with you my father 43 years old cares about us but he doesn’t spend any time with us my brother before I was born every day after school this would take place :Cole my bro: walks in our dads work place :Cole: hey diddy :dad: Get tf out. That’s my life your lucky my dad is not a really good person and he doesn’t show he cares that’s why I’ll be a better father than he ever was.

  • Ducho Perucho

    Ducho Perucho

     21 days ago

    ¿Alguien mas tratando de aprender ingles con estos videos?. Someone more trying to learn english with this videos?

  • glenn Brunson

    glenn Brunson

     21 days ago

    Exactly what I thought!

  • Odin Riter

    Odin Riter

     21 days ago

    Never assume 🙏

  • Isabella Gonzalez

    Isabella Gonzalez

     21 days ago

    One time I got in trouble for walking to school and getting bad grades and I argued with them

  • Da Cabbage

    Da Cabbage

     21 days ago

    Wait a minute



     21 days ago +2

    Now this I Got to see 👁️👁️ how's the story play's out

  • xochi channel

    xochi channel

     a months ago

    Bro what mom wouldn't explain emediatly how her kids father died. Just me but I would want to know.

  • Pointless Gaming

    Pointless Gaming

     a months ago

    I wonder sometimes if any of theses are true

  • Mohammad Ilyas

    Mohammad Ilyas

     a months ago +1

    I only click on these videos for the comments I swear 😂😂

  • mysterious gurl

    mysterious gurl

     a months ago

    You forgot your cat 😭😭😭😭

  • Natalie McCune

    Natalie McCune

     a months ago

    The show:he has a desise that could kill him
    One like=one more life for the father
    V and I don’t care if you call me a Berger 🥳

  • MR. MooseTache

    MR. MooseTache

     a months ago

    “big party” you mean a wake?

  • Dark Soul

    Dark Soul

     a months ago

    Does she looks like a BEACH???


  • S. O.

    S. O.

     a months ago

    She still killed him