My Stepmother's Life

No. 30 The story introduced this time

Here, I am compiling stories that have become topics on the internet and in the news, along with videos uploaded to YouTube and other platforms, as "stories so good they bring tears to your eyes."

The story introduced this time is a post from a man who says he was raised with love by his stepmother (adoptive mother).

There was a video based on this story, so I will introduce it as well.

Regarding the time of posting

Summary siteI confirmed a post from December 5, 2006, from what is published, but I apologize if it is incorrect.

Content of the post

The mother who gave birth to me died when I was two years old.

According to my father later, she was not originally a healthy person.

When I was six, my father remarried and my stepmother came along.

One day, my father brought her and said, "From today, this person is your mother."

My new mother cherished me as if I were her own child.

For me, at an age when I didn't yet understand family or blood relations, my stepmother was my real mother.

Several years passed, and when I was in junior high school, my father passed away in an accident.

At my father's funeral, relatives gathered to discuss our future as a family.

My father's parents (my grandparents) had already passed away, and since he had distant relations with his relatives, none of my father's kin came to the funeral.

I learned later that my father had lost his parents when he was a kid, was passed around among relatives, and was treated terribly.

Because of that, he had cut all ties with his relatives once he started working.

In that situation, both my biological mother's side and my stepmother's side were to discuss our future as parent and child.

Originally, my stepmother's parents had opposed the marriage between my stepmother and my father.

Well, as parents, it might be natural to be jealous of a marriage partner who comes with baggage.

Also, my biological mother's parents, thinking of my stepmother who was still young, said they would take me in.

When it was almost decided that I would be taken in by my biological mother's family, as the interests of both sets of parents aligned.

My stepmother, who had only been listening to both sides until then, opened her mouth.

"This child is my child. Even if we aren't blood-related, he is my child!"
"Please, leave this child to me."

My stepmother, who usually had a gentle demeanor, raised her voice in a rare display of emotion.

I was surprised to see that side of my stepmother for the first time since we met.

Both sets of parents, who had initially been finding fault, eventually gave in to my stepmother, and I ended up living with her alone.

With my father, the breadwinner, dead, my stepmother worked desperately.

She worked desperately to raise me during my difficult exam period.

In my third year of high school, I had decided to find a job due to family circumstances.

However, when my stepmother heard that, she said, "Go to university."

"I'll manage the money, so you go to university."

Why was she so devoted to me even though I wasn't her biological son?

I was half-dumbfounded, but I was so happy at her words that I burst into tears.

Pushed by her words, I started studying for exams a bit late.

Considering our family situation, I couldn't afford to be a ronin, and I didn't want to disappoint my stepmother with such a thing.

I wasn't good at studying to begin with, so the university I got into wasn't anything special, but I still can't forget the tear-filled smile of my stepmother when she heard I passed.

I entered university, but I decided to manage my own living expenses as much as I could.

Just like in high school, my days were filled with part-time jobs, and I still wonder how I didn't repeat a year.

I managed to graduate from university in four years, got a job, and became a working adult.

With my first paycheck, I bought a present for my stepmother.

Perhaps overwhelmed by my gift (though it wasn't much), she cried while saying thank you over and over, and I couldn't help but cry with her.

Truly, I am the one who should be grateful.

After that, we lived peacefully, but when I was nearing 30, I found someone I wanted to marry.

At first, I wondered what my stepmother would think of my marriage, but she welcomed it with great joy.

She said, "You're a full-fledged adult now," and I felt both shy and embarrassed.

I suggested we live together at first, but she refused, saying, "It would be bad for your bride, so I'll live here."

No, no, my wife was in favor of it, but...

We talked about it several times, but in the end, we decided to live apart.

However, a year after I got married, my stepmother collapsed.

Fortunately, it wasn't serious, but thinking that something similar might happen again in the future,

I forced her to move in with us, despite her initial refusal.

During that time, she was able to see her grandchildren, got along well with my wife, and seemed truly happy.

But last month, my stepmother passed away.

She died suddenly from a subarachnoid hemorrhage.

At the wake, my wife told me about my stepmother.

Honestly, until I reached this age, I had never heard about my stepmother's life before that.

It seems my wife had heard various things from her.

It turns out my stepmother had a condition that made it impossible for her to bear children before she married my father.

She had initially refused the marriage because of that, but my father, knowing the circumstances, said, "Don't we already have a child? Won't you become my son's mother?" and she accepted in tears.

My father apparently cried without caring who was watching, too.

My stepmother said, "It was the most uncool proposal, but I was happy."

Hearing that, I finally understood.

And I couldn't find the words, just tears overflowing uncontrollably.

I've cried a lot until now, but it was the first time I cried until it was hard to breathe.

It wasn't just my father's blunt kindness, but the fact that my stepmother had purely accepted his proposal to the end filled me with emotions I couldn't put into words.

My wife said she couldn't stop crying when she heard it, and she sobbed again while telling me.

The children even started crying when they saw us crying.

Stepmother, no, Mom, we aren't blood-related, but you are my true mother.

I'm sorry to my biological mother, but for me, there is no mother greater than you.

Dad, if you meet her over there, please praise her.

The person you chose was a truly wonderful person.

Lastly, Mom, if I am reborn, I want to be born as your child again.

Next time, I want to be reborn as your real child.You left so suddenly that I couldn't thank you properly, but thank you so much.

Videos

There were several videos made based on this story, so I will introduce them.

(2ch) Himatsubushi Channel 'LAN'-sama

*It is a two-part structure

(2ch) Nakivarae Hokkori 'LAN'-sama

Yoru no Hitonamida-sama

Nikorun-sama

Yukkuri 2ch Katari-sama

[2ch Short] Furansuza-sama

*This video seems to have the poster as a woman, and the content has been slightly modified

[Laughable Copypasta Barrage] 2ch Short Summary-sama

A moving story-sama

In conclusion

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Thank you for taking your time to read until the end.