The visit that revealed her true colors.
One afternoon, my mother-in-law told us she needed to stay for a few nights while her house was under renovation. I said yes, wanting to be kind.
I had no idea what I was agreeing to.
The moment she arrived, she acted like the house belonged to her. Dishes left wherever she pleased. Demands for breakfast by 9 and fresh towels by noon. Comments like, “You really should keep the windows cleaner. It’s the first thing guests notice.”
No “please.” No offers to help. Just the assumption that it was my job to serve her.
