My MIL Brought Three Young Women into Our Home Because I Wasn’t Enough for Her Son, So I Got My Perfect Revenge – Story of the Day

At forty, my life became chaos. A kitchen instead of a jungle, three kids instead of predators, and an endless to-do list. My daughter Sue announced a “Free soul” neck tattoo, while my twin boys demanded Legos and no homework, tossing books like confetti. My overdue presentation for a promotion blinked on my laptop, but I was busy fixing doorknobs and feeding kids. Ross,

my husband, hid behind an unpaid internship, leaving me overwhelmed. We argued over everything—dirty pans, my tone, his disinterest. When a lightbulb died mid-argument, I fixed it myself, along with the shelf, floor, and collapsed fence. Our lawn earned the neighbor’s glare.

Ross suggested his mom, Linda, move in to help. I reluctantly agreed, but soon found three young women—Linda’s former students—living with us, folding laundry, tutoring, and cutting Ross’s hair. Linda claimed they were temporary help, but I felt sidelined in my own home, juggling motherhood, work, and a crumbling marriage.