
He fired back, “She’s the one who helped us get this home! Show some gratitude!”
I didn’t argue further. Instead, I forced a smile and quietly took care of her that first day. But that night, when my husband was asleep, I silently went into the closet and began packing my things.
The next morning, he was stunned to find me packing my things. I looked him straight in the eye and said, “It’s either me or her.”
He just stood there, speechless. So I continued, “All these years, I’ve cooked, cleaned, and done your laundry without a word of thanks. If you’re such a believer in gratitude, then prove it—by taking care of your mother all on your own.”

It’s been three days since I left. My husband keeps calling, begging me to come back. He says he’s completely overwhelmed, trying to manage both the housework and his mother’s care on his own.
Now, I find myself wondering if I did the right thing. I don’t want to lose my marriage of eighteen years over this, but I also feel like I reached my breaking point.
Did I overreact by refusing to let my mother-in-law live with us? Am I being unreasonable?