Maybe There Was Something in the Food, After All

Story Submitted by Bill:

Chelsea was a single mom I met on a dating website.  I normally wasn't into dating women with children, but Chelsea's profile was tempting enough for me to overlook that.  It was clear that she was proud of Casey, her six-year-old son, but she also was very intent on having as much of her own life as possible. 

She worked a few part-time jobs and was a painter.  After some messaging back and forth, we met up for a first date.  It went well, and she invited me to her house for our second meet-up.  She promised to make me homemade casserole, and that "Casey won't bother us.  I told him to stay up in his room while you're over."

I said, "I don't mind meeting him."

She said, "I'd rather wait for now."

So that was that.  I went to her house, she sat me down in her dining room, and served me a plate of her wonderful-smelling casserole.  "I'll be right back," she said as she returned to her kitchen, presumably to serve herself.

While she was out, Casey walked into the room, stood right next to me, leaned over my food, and said, "That has shit in it."

I raised an eyebrow at him.  Chelsea walked in with her plate that moment.  "Casey!" she yelled, "What did I tell you?  Go upstairs!"

Casey ran out of the room.  Chelsea sat down and asked, "He didn't bother you, did he?"

I smiled and said, "He told me that there was shit in my food."

Her eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets.  "He said that?" she asked me.

I replied, "Yes, but it's not a big deal.  I'm sure there's no shit in your casserole."

She jolted up from the table and pounded upstairs, after Casey.  I called, "Chelsea, it's really not a problem!" but she wasn't listening.  I heard her open a door, slam it closed, and the sound of her raised voice.

Great, I thought, now Casey's going to dislike me even more because I told on him.

Chelsea's voice raised a few octaves into hysteria, and I felt a strong desire to go upstairs and intervene.  Still, I thought, he's her son, and this was only a second date.  Best not to get involved.

Something that sounded like heavy furniture fell over, and I heard glass shatter.  Both Chelsea and Casey were screaming at each other.  Feeling as though I no longer had an excuse to do nothing, I bolted upstairs, just as another tremendous crash sounded from what I guessed to be Casey's room.

I opened the door, or at least, I tried to open the door.  It would only open a few inches before hitting against a fallen wardrobe.  "Hello?" I called into the room, "Is everyone okay?"

"Get out!" Chelsea yelled, "Get out of this house!"

I paused for a second, and asked, "Me?"

She said, "Get out!  Get out!" again, and I closed the door, returned downstairs, had a few bites of her casserole, then left.  Never heard from her again.  It's possible that she and Casey killed each other.  I just don't know.


  1. OK, she goes into a room with a 6-year-old, won't let you in, you hear glass breaking and furniture falling, and you didn't call the cops? I guess your "something's really wrong here" alarm system didn't work.

  2. A Bad Case of I Had Every Reason to Call Child Protective Services But I Didn't.

  3. ^I'd imagine so if calmly ate some more of it before leaving a family to explode.

  4. Sorry, but the kid probably deserved it. At the same time, I don't very much think he was responsible for the furniture upheaval...

    I might've called CPS if only to get the kid taken away so the mom could have a break. And bagged the casserole to go.

    I'm a bad person, aren't I?

  5. Well, Nikki said everything. OP was a bastard for not doing anything. Then again, like many people, he probably figured "Not my problem" and went on his merry way. Nice.

  6. Huh. I must have missed the part where it says they are white, Float.

  7. Holy WTF. You hear furniture crashing and glass breaking and it doesn't occur to you that maybe, just maybe, she's a lousy mother who hits her kid? How seriously self-absorbed to you have to be to just WALK AWAY from that and do nothing?

    Ugh. I hope he gets exactly what he deserves.

    And... it's "disciplined" to hugely over-react and throw furniture in anger over a minor smart-ass comment? Uh, no, that's called an "anger management problem." Self-discipline would actually involve speaking calmly even if you are angry.

  8. What about the fact that this mother invites a stranger from the internet into her home with a small child there? It's dangerous for her, but she is putting the kid in danger...her date could have been anybody.

  9. he ate some?!? what if the kid was telling the truth...

  10. Physical punishment is not the only way to discipline a child.

    That being said, I am a firm believer of minding my own business, but there's a line. The sound of breaking glass and falling furniture is definitely well over that line. OP you should have called the cops and gone on your way. Then at the very least someone else would have had a chance to check on them.

  11. Wow. Just... wow. I'm not always the nicest guy in the world (nor do I want to be) but COME ON! The kid takes a huge risk and does you a solid by squealing on "mom's secret ingredient," and in return, you what? Let his mom beat the crap out of him for trying to help you out? Oh, but of course not before helping yourself to a few more bites of the shit casserole!

    Self-centered AND clueless is a horrible way to go through life, OP.

  12. There are so so so many things wrong here. What crazy parent brings strangers home and demands their kid stay out of sight? What decent human being doesn't call the cops when they hear furniture crashing during a fight? I'd do that to my own neighbors, let alone someone who had me in their house.

  13. discipline build character in children, just as long as your willing to accept that character is the same one who will want to kill you in your sleep ;).


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