On my mother-in-law’s birthday, I dumped a plate of spaghetti on her head and kicked her friends out: all because I heard them say this… 😢😢
The last year has been the hardest in my life. After I was fired from my job, my husband and I couldn’t afford to pay the rent. He was the only one paying for it, but it soon became clear that we couldn’t do without help. I had to move into my mother-in-law’s apartment. It was humiliating for me, but I had no choice.
From the very beginning, living under the same roof with her turned into a nightmare. She didn’t like literally everything: the way I cooked, cleaned, even the way I talked. And every time I dared to object to her, she threw the same phrase in my face:
— If you don’t like it, you can pack your things and leave.
I held back, kept quiet, but anger was building up inside. And recently the day came when my patience finally snapped.
It was my mother-in-law’s birthday. She demanded that I cook dinner – she said she wanted to show off to her best friends how well her daughter-in-law cooks. As always, I decided not to make a scene. I bought good products, spent the whole day in the kitchen and cooked pasta bolognese.
When her friends came, everything went smoothly at first. They smiled, laughed, praised my food. For a moment, I even believed that maybe I was wrong to be so against them. But as soon as I went into the kitchen, I heard a whisper.
After hearing this, I returned to the hall, grabbed a plate of spaghetti and dumped it on my mother-in-law’s head with all my might. She immediately burst into tears, and her friends laughed even louder.
I looked at them and, unable to contain my rage, screamed:
— Serves you right, pathetic creature! And you, snakes, if you don’t want to clean the macaroni off her head, get out of this house immediately!
My friends fell silent and, looking down, quickly ran out of the apartment. 😢😢
I’ll tell you exactly what they said and why I did this, and you can share your advice. Continued in the first comment 👇👇
I heard my mother-in-law say in a hoarse voice:
— You don’t have to endure much longer. I’ve already turned her life into hell, and then my plan will work.
One of her friends added:
— My daughter still loves your son. And she’s waiting for him to get divorced. Don’t worry, he’ll quickly forget this wife.
Another friend chuckled:
— What if the daughter-in-law suddenly gets pregnant? Your son won’t abandon a pregnant woman, will he? What will you do?
But the worst thing was to hear the words of the mother-in-law herself:
— That’s not a problem either, I made it all up. Every day I mix pills into her food so that she can’t get pregnant. My son shouldn’t spend his life with such a worthless woman.
These words hit me harder than a slap. I went back into the hall, grabbed a plate of spaghetti and threw it on my mother-in-law’s head with all my might.
The next day, my husband and I packed our things and left. Since then, I haven’t communicated with my mother-in-law.
