My 65-Year-Old Dad Pretended to Become a Member of a ‘Chess Club’ – What My Son Heard in Their Online Meeting Left Me Stunned

You know those moments when you think you’ve got life figured out, and then something happens that leaves you feeling shocked? It makes you reflect on past events and wonder how you missed the obvious clues.

That’s exactly what happened to me last week.

But before I tell you about my dad’s mysterious “chess club” and what my son overheard, let me give you some context.

I’m a single mom to two wonderful, albeit occasionally mischievous, boys. After my marriage ended three years ago, the judge granted me full custody.

It wasn’t as simple as it sounds. Our separation was quite messy, and it took me a lot of months to get over what had happened.

I won’t go into the details today, but let’s just say I was shocked. I had heard the word “divorce” so many times, but I never thought it’d happen to me.

You know, when you marry your high school sweetheart, you never expect your fairytale love story to come to a tragic end.

Anyway, the custody battle was a complicated process that spanned several months and left lots of scars, but we’ve thankfully healed and moved forward. These days, our little family of three has found its rhythm.

Well, make that four, since my dad moved in with us last year. And that’s where this story really begins.

About a year ago, I was sitting in my kitchen, stirring my coffee and thinking about how quiet the house felt when the boys were at school.

That’s when I realized something.

If I was feeling so lonely, my dad must be feeling even worse living all by himself since Mom passed. I immediately knew what to do next.

I picked up my phone and dialed his number.

“Hi, Evelyn,” Dad answered my call as if he was waiting for it.

“Dad, I’ve been thinking,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Why don’t you move in with us?”

There was a long pause on the other end.

“Honey, that’s sweet of you, but I don’t want to be a burden,” he said. “You’ve already got your hands full with the boys.”

“Dad, you could never be a burden,” I insisted. “Besides, Ryan was just asking about you yesterday. He misses his granddad.”

“Is that so?” I could hear the smile in his voice. “But Evelyn, taking care of me…”

“Would be a pleasure,” I cut in. “The guest room is just sitting there empty. The boys would love having you around, and honestly, I could use your wisdom sometimes.”

“But I’m doing just fine here,” he said. “Remember Mr. Parker next door? He’s hosting a barbecue party next week and I’m so excited to attend it. He’s invited all of us oldies living here. I—”

“Dad, please,” I cut him off. “I really need you here with me.”

After some more back-and-forth, he finally agreed.

The day he moved in, he brought his favorite checkered blanket, Mom’s photo in its worn silver frame, and a box full of memories.

I had asked him to bring everything he wanted that would make the guest room feel more cozy and homely.

Meanwhile, the boys were over the moon.

Leo, my ten-year-old, helped arrange Dad’s books, while Ryan appointed himself the official tour guide of the house as if his grandfather hadn’t visited a hundred times before.

He even gave Dad a detailed tour of the neighborhood, emphasizing on the house where his best friend lived.

Those first few months were wonderful. Having Dad around brought life back into our home.

I loved making his favorite meatloaf on Sundays, and he always knew exactly what to say when I needed advice about the boys.

Everything was perfect until about three months ago when he announced he’d joined an “online chess club.”

At first, I thought nothing of it. Chess seemed like a perfect hobby for my sharp-minded father.

But then things started getting weird.

He began having these lengthy online meetings, sometimes two or three times a week. What bothered me about those meetings was that he always attended them behind closed doors.

He even bought himself noise-canceling headphones, which seemed excessive for chess.

I didn’t say anything the first few times he locked his door shut during the meetings, but I couldn’t handle it the seventh time he did it.

He had been in there for over two hours, so I knocked on his door.

“Dad? Everything okay in there?” I asked.

“Can’t talk! Chess club!” he shouted back, not even opening the door.

Later that night, when he finally emerged, I tried to be casual about it.

“You know, Dad,” I began. “You could leave the door open. We won’t bother you.”

He shuffled his feet, looking uncomfortable. “It’s about concentration, sweetie. Chess requires complete focus.”

I let it go, but the mysteries kept piling up.

While cleaning his room one day, I found textbooks on his nightstand. Mind you, they were not chess strategy books. Instead, I found heavy volumes on economics, calculus, and psychology.

That’s strange, I thought. Calculus for chess? What is Dad exactly doing?

When I asked him about them, he mumbled something about chess requiring “a well-rounded education.”

I admit that sounds bizarre, but I didn’t really say anything to him. I just nodded and left.

Then came the strange credit card charges.

I noticed them because I help him manage his accounts. I was surprised when suddenly these recurring payments popped up.

They were labelled as “educational resources” and “installment plans.”

When I asked him what these transactions were about, he just waved it off with a vague explanation, insisting he spent money on some “club dues.”

Everything came to a head last week when Dad was having another one of his “important club meetings.”

The boys and I were watching TV in the living room when Ryan, my little detective, decided to do some investigating.

I jokingly wished him luck as he tiptoed down the hallway. I thought he was just playing around, but I felt my heart skip a beat when he returned a few minutes later. He had this worried look on his face.

“Mom,” he whispered. “I think Grandpa’s in trouble.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Why do you say that, sweetie?”

“He was talking about money and something about doing better on his next project. That doesn’t sound like chess, Mom.”

That night, I barely slept.

My mind went to all those news stories about seniors getting caught up in online scams. Was my father being taken advantage of? Had someone convinced him to invest in some pyramid scheme?

The thought of him losing his savings made me sick to my stomach.

The next morning, I decided enough was enough. I waited until the boys left for school, made two cups of coffee, and sat Dad down at the kitchen table.

“Dad,” I started, my hands wrapped tightly around my mug, “we need to talk about this chess club.”

He froze mid-sip. “What about it?”

“Well, for starters, since when do chess clubs require psychology textbooks and installment payments?” I looked straight into his eyes. “And Ryan heard you talking about money and projects yesterday.”

Dad looked at me with eyes wide open and I watched as his expression changed from surprise to panic. Then, he suddenly started chuckling.

“Oh, honey,” he sighed, setting down his coffee. “I guess the jig is up.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a student ID card.

“I’ve enrolled in college,” he revealed.

“You what?”

“Online classes at the university. I’m majoring in Economics,” he said, looking both proud and embarrassed. “Those ‘chess club meetings’ were actually my virtual classes. I was too embarrassed to tell you. I thought you might think I was being silly at my age.”

“Silly?” I looked at him as tears blurred my vision. “Dad, c’mon! This is amazing! But why didn’t you just tell me? I mean, there’s nothing to hide.”

He reached across the table and squeezed my hand.

“I didn’t want you to worry about the money,” he began. “College isn’t cheap, and I know you’re counting on my savings for the boys’ education someday.”

“Oh, Dad,” I got up and hugged him tight. “You don’t have to worry aboout that. Your grandsons would be so proud to know their grandpa’s in college! This is incredible!”

These days, our evenings look a little different. Sometimes we all sit together while Dad attends his “chess club” meetings (secret code for online classes). Leo helps him with computer problems, and Ryan loves quizzing him with flashcards.

Last week, when he got an A on his first economics paper, we celebrated with his favorite chocolate cake.

This incident made me realize how assumptions can sometimes lead you down a worry-filled rabbit hole, only to discover something beautiful at the end.

My father wasn’t caught in a scam. He was catching up on a dream he’d put aside for decades. And watching him pursue it has taught all of us that it’s never too late to start something new.

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