I love my daughter-in-law, but after we moved into the same property, she started treating my bathroom like her personal spa. When she used up my products and left me to clean the mess, I decided it was time she learned a little lesson in respect.
When I retired, my big dream was to relax and spend quality time with my family.
I used a chunk of my savings to build a cozy mother-in-law suite behind the family home and invited my son, Aaron, to move into the main house with his wife and two children.
They had their space, and I had mine, but we were still together.
It seemed like the perfect arrangement, but I was wrong.
My DIL, Heather, and I had a good relationship.
She often stopped by, and we bonded over the important things: lotions and spa products.
So, when I treated myself to an expensive new face cream, I was excited to show it to her.
“Look at this, Heather,” I said, holding out the heavy, frosted jar.
“Smell that. Isn’t it divine?”
Heather’s eyes lit up.
Before I could say, “Just a tiny bit,” she dug her fingers in and scooped it out like ice cream!
“It’s incredible!” she declared, already dipping back in for another generous dollop.
A voice in the back of my mind, that old, cynical narrator that lives inside all mothers, whispered, “You just offered an inch, Barbara. Watch out, because that inch is about to turn into a mile.”
And you know what? That voice was absolutely right.
One Tuesday, I had lunch with two of my book club friends, Carole and Janice, and invited them back to see my little apartment.
But when we reached my front door, it was wide open.
I thought someone had broken in, but then I heard the cartoon theme music blasting from my living room.
I stepped inside with Carole and Janice on my heels.
My two grandkids were sprawled on my cream-colored couch. Snack wrappers were scattered around them like fallen leaves.
Heather must have used her spare key again.
“Guess my family beat me home,” I joked. I tried to sound casual, but in truth, I felt invaded.
Then, the bathroom door opened.
Heather stepped out, wrapped in my plush new robe, her face covered in my avocado face mask.
She was massaging her chin with my new, expensive jade roller, smiling as if she were at a spa.
“Hey, Barbara!” she chirped.
“Your foot spa is amazing! I just used the lavender soak. My skin feels like silk.”
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