What do you do when your husband’s “broke” mom rolls up in a Bentley, dripping in designer labels, and declares she’s moving in? I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or scream — but let me tell you, I should’ve braced myself for the chaos that followed. Have you ever opened your door to someone claiming to be broke, only for them to show up dripping in designer labels?
Because when my husband’s “poor mom” walked out of a Bentley holding a Chanel tote, I knew I was in for the ride of my life. It all started with a phone call one afternoon. “Hey, babe,” Dan said, his voice unusually strained, the kind of tone that instantly told me something was wrong.
“What’s up?” I asked, already bracing myself. He hesitated for a moment, then let out a long sigh. “I just got off the phone with Mom.
She’s… uh… having a really hard time right now. She lost her place and doesn’t have anywhere to go. I told her she could stay with us for a while.”
I nearly dropped my fork.
…The story doesn’t end here, it continues on the next page 👇
