09/28/2025
When My Mother-in-Law Learned I Earn $4,000 a Month, She Immediately Called My Three Brothers-in-Law From the Countryside to Live With Us and Forced Me to Serve Them. I Quietly Packed My Bags and Went Back to My Hometown—After Just One Day, They Witnessed the Consequences…
I am 30 years old, working as a business team leader for a large company. Thanks to hard work and seizing opportunities, my average monthly income is about $4,000 USD. For me, that’s the result of years of effort, but for my mother-in-law, it became the reason for her to “arrange” my life the way she wanted.
One day, after she happened to overhear me on the phone mentioning my salary, her eyes lit up. She smirked and said:
“Since you earn so much, it’s only right that you support your husband’s family. Starting tomorrow, I’ll call my three sons from the countryside to live here. Life is hard back home, but with a sister-in-law like you to take care of them, it will be much easier.”
I was stunned, unable to react. A few days later, the three brothers-in-law arrived with their belongings. The apartment, which had been just enough for my husband and me, instantly became cramped and chaotic.
From early morning, I had to prepare breakfast for the whole family. After a long day at work, I still had to cook dinner, clean, and do laundry. None of my brothers-in-law lifted a finger—they simply ate, sprawled on the couch, watched TV, or scrolled on their phones. My mother-in-law even shamelessly said:
“They came to the city to learn, so they can improve themselves later. If our daughter-in-law makes $4,000 a month, that’s a blessing for this family. You should take good care of them.”
I turned to my husband, hoping he would speak up. But instead of supporting me, he sided with them:
“Please bear with it for a while. They’re new to the city and still adjusting. Think of it as helping the family.”
Day after day, I became like a machine without rest. At work, I faced pressure. At home, I was serving five or six people. No gratitude, only demands and complaints.
One evening, after coming home from work, I found my youngest brother-in-law sitting cross-legged in the living room, ordering me around:
“Sister-in-law, I’m hungry. Go make me some noodles.”
I froze. In my mother-in-law’s eyes, there was no sympathy anymore—only disdain. My heart shattered at that moment. I had endured so much, but the more I endured, the more they treated me like a servant.
That night, I packed my suitcase and returned to my hometown. No yelling, no explanations. I only left behind a note with one single sentence written on it…
