My MIL Turned My Bathroom Into a Spa Using All My Stuff So I Planned the Perfect Revenge — Story of the Day

I came home to find my mother-in-law, Linda, soaking in my tub, using my candlelight, gel, and towel. She hadn’t just moved in—she’d taken over. I smiled and got creative.

I loved our calm apartment, the vanilla scent, the 4 PM sunlight. But when Daniel said Linda’s place flooded, I agreed to host her. Big mistake. By day two, my photos were replaced with her sepia portraits, her potpourri invaded my drawers, and she used my expensive cream without asking. I stayed quiet until I found her in my tub, surrounded by my candles, singing. She waved off my shock, claiming we “share everything.”

Then, Linda threw a party in my blouse, telling guests it was her house. I’d had enough. I let her friends “explore” Daniel’s office, subtly sabotaging his cologne, ties, and car. Linda left soon after. That night, I reclaimed my tub, my peace, and my home.