So, guess what? We had to change the locks to stop my mother-in-law from treating our flat like her own.
Me and my husband, weve been married a year now. And ever since, his mums struggled to accept that he didnt follow *her* script. See, sheda loved him to marry some billionaires daughter so he could live in luxury and drag her along for the ride. Where she got that idea, no clue. Truth is, were just normalstarted off tight on money, took out a loan. Right now, were in my old studio while renting out our new place. Next goals a car. You know, standard young couple stuff. No wild spending, but were not skint either.
But she refuses reality, stuck in her little fantasy. She wont let up trying to wreck our marriage. And her methods? Proper creative. Shed smear lipstick on my husbands shirts, leave his clothes reeking of womens perfume, and Id find condoms in my handbag. Of course, it led to rows, suspicion, all that mess. Luckily, we always figured it out, but it left a mark.
Not long ago, my husband had to go up north for a few months to set up a new branch. Big career move, so we said yes. He left, I stayed, and everything was fine.
Then I started noticing weird stuffthings moved, cupboards rummaged through. At first, I thought maybe hed popped back for something, since it wasnt far. Called him he was just as confused, swore he hadnt been back. An hour later, he rings me, voice dead serious. Thinks its his mum. Before he left, hed given her our keys just in case and forgot to get them back.
Next day, I took leave from work and got the locks changed straight away. Told my husbandif he hands out our keys again, hes sleeping on the landing. That night, everything stayed put. So yeah, definitely her. I checked the cupboards again andbam. Found a tiny camera tucked on top of a shelf.
Called my husband right then. Silence. Then he just *laughed*proper bonkers. I searched the whole flat just in case, but thankfully, that was it. No drama, he asked me to wait till he got back to deal with it himself.
And get thisnext day, my mother-in-law rings. Mustve realised her keys didnt work and wanted in. Asks if Im home, says she just fancies popping round for tea. I told her nah, but wed have a cuppa another time. Half an hour later, my husband texts saying shes been whinging to himhow Im who knows where and the house is empty.
We were nearly in stitches. Started taking bets on what her next excuse to get in would be. She didnt disappointcalling multiple times a day. A parcel delivered here by mistake, her glasses left behind, or just bringing us pastries.
When my husband got back, she announced straight up she was visiting. We were ready. She turns up with a bag of croissants, pretends to go wash her handsthen bolts straight to the bedroom. Obviously, we followed. Caught her elbow-deep in the wardrobe. She stammers when she sees us. My husband pulls the camera from his pocket and holds it up.
Went downhill from there. She starts screeching that Im cheating, lying to her son, that hes too trusting. Even pulls the whole tears-and-heart-attack act. In the end, she flounced out, slamming the door like some wronged martyr.
Honestly? I nearly clapped. Performance like that, no rehearsal. But its just one battle. This war aint over. Still, this time? We didnt budge. Made it clearour familys not her stage for nonsense.
