11/05/2025
My husband and I live in a big house—one we bought together years ago. When his parents first moved in, it was supposed to be temporary. They stayed on the first floor to "help with the babies." But after the diapers and sleepless nights ended, they never left. I didn't complain—the house was big, and there was room for everyone. Then one week, everything changed. My mom's house, the little one by the river, got flooded after heavy rain. The water came so fast it reached her knees. Of course, I drove there immediately and brought her home with me. I settled her in the guest room upstairs and told her to rest. On Tuesday afternoon, she called me sobbing. "They yelled at me," she said. "Your in-laws. They called me A BEGGAR, AN OPPORTUNIST—and THREW ME OUT with my bags. I don't know where to go." I was in shock. I left work right away and drove home. My mom was outside, crying beside her suitcase. I took her hand, walked her in, and headed straight to the kitchen. My mother-in-law was there, pouring herself coffee like nothing had happened. "What were you thinking?" I asked, shaking. "You had no right to throw my mother out. Maybe I should throw you out instead?!" Her husband rushed in, face red. My MIL screamed, "YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR GREEDY MOTHER! THIS IS MY SON'S HOUSE! YOU'LL LEAVE BEFORE I DO!" Then my FIL added, "Your mom's taking the BEST room. If she wants to stay, the basement's open." And just then, my husband walked in from work. When he heard what had happened, he surprised us all. Especially my mother. ⬇️
