My Daughter Brought a 63-Year-Old Man to Her Father’s Funeral — Then Moved Him Into My House
At my husband’s funeral, my 23-year-old daughter, Kayla, shocked everyone by introducing her 63-year-old boyfriend—then moved him into my house the next day.
Kayla had been living with me for six months, doing nothing productive—no job, no school, not even chores. She stayed in bed until noon, picked fights, and burned through my money like a rebellious teen.
The breaking point came when I asked if she bought the lilies for the funeral. Instead, she flaunted a new black panther tattoo—paid for with the funeral money.
“Dad would’ve loved it,” she said casually.
“You think wasting his memorial funds honors him?” I asked, stunned.
She snapped back, accusing me of control and claiming she’d earned her freedom by being at his side during his final days.
“If you want to be treated like an adult,” I told her, “then act like one.”
She laughed coldly. “Don’t worry, Mom. This funeral? You’ll never forget it.”
At the time, I thought it was just drama. I had no idea how serious she was.
The day of the funeral, the chapel was full—students, neighbors, friends—sharing stories of how deeply Jack had touched their lives. I moved through the room like I was floating in a fog, unaware of the storm my daughter was about to unleash.
