“Am I the Villain? My Bold Move After My Daughter-in-Law Made My Wife Pay for Cleaning”

Am I Wrong for Teaching My Daughter-in-Law a Lesson after She Made My Wife Pay for a Cleaning Service?

I realised I needed to give my wife a lesson in thankfulness after my daughter-in-law had my wife pay for a cleaning service after a week of babysitting. When the chance presented itself, I came up with a strategy to show her exactly what my wife had gone through, completely flipping the situation.

Greetings, this is Jacob. I would want to tell you a tale about my daughter-in-law (DIL). Our son and his family have always been dear to my wife and myself. We like spending time with our grandchildren and are always willing to lend a hand.

We have always had a close relationship with our son and his family. We get together for holidays, have meals together, and see them frequently. We consider ourselves fortunate to be a part of our grandchildren’s life, to see them develop and lend a helping hand when needed.

We take great satisfaction in providing for our family as grandparents. We are always available to assist, whether it is with picking up the kids from school, providing last-minute babysitting, or just giving advice. We try our best to reduce the workload because we understand how difficult it can be to balance job and family.

Our son and DIL had to go for work a few weeks ago. My wife was requested to watch the kids for a week. She readily agreed because she enjoys spending time with the grandchildren. After gathering her belongings, she moved into their home for a week.

She handled everything when she was there. She prepared meals, assisted with homework, and kept the house clean. Grandma enjoyed spending time with her grandchildren and even went above and beyond in helping out. I couldn’t wait to hear all about their week together when she got back home.

However, there was obviously a problem. She appeared to have been crying, as seen by the red and swollen eyes. When I asked her what had happened, she initially refused to answer.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” I made a gentle inquiry. I avoided her eyes as she shook her head.

“It’s nothing,” she murmured in a quiet, shaking voice.

I was not persuaded. Tell me, please. What took place?”

She was eventually persuaded to open up. She contacted me just before our son and DIL came back. She said, “I had to pay for a cleaning service done by professionals.”

I was taken aback. “What? Why not?”

Her voice broke as she uttered, “She claimed the house was a mess and it was unacceptable.” “But I took care of the kids, cleaned up after them, and even did some extra chores.”

“And that wasn’t enough for her?” Feeling my rage building, I asked.

My wife added, “She said it wasn’t,” as tears streamed down her face. “I was ashamed, Jacob. I paid the cleaning charge since I didn’t want to get into a fight with them and jeopardise our friendship. Though I believed I was being helpful, she gave me a sense of failure.”

This infuriated me to hear. “You did them a huge favour, and this is how they repay you?” I said, fury trembling in my voice. “It is not acceptable. That wasn’t something you should have had to endure.”

She looked disheartened as she nodded. “I just didn’t want to cause any trouble.”

I tried not to cry, and I responded, “I understand.” “However, we must confront this disrespect. I have to impart appreciation and respect to our DIL.”

I therefore began to create plans on how to ensure that this would never occur again.

After giving it some thought, I came up with a plan after a few days. I made the decision to make my DIL try her own meds. I offered to watch the kids for the weekend over the phone to my son and DIL. They accepted my offer right away, ecstatic. They totally trusted me and needed the break.

It was an easy strategy. I would take care of the kids for the weekend, record the condition of the house when I arrived, completely clean the house, and then give them a bill for a cleaning service performed by a professional. They would be able to comprehend what my wife went through in this way.

On Friday night, I got to my son and DIL’s place. I documented the cleanliness and organisation of each room as soon as I entered by taking pictures of them. Although the house was in wonderful condition when I arrived, I wanted to be sure I had documentation of its appearance.

I had a great time spending the weekend with my grandchildren. We enjoyed one other’s company, read stories, and played games. I took care to tidy the house after our time together and made sure we cleaned up after ourselves.

I took action on Sunday evening before my son and DIL returned. I gave the property a thorough cleaning and made it appear immaculate. I polished, scrubbed, dusted, and vacuumed every surface. The house was spotless when I was finished.

My son and DIL were happy with how tidy and well-organized everything was when they came in. After inhaling deeply, I decided it was time.

“Hey, can we talk for a minute?” I enquired. Despite exchanging puzzled glances, my son and DIL nodded. I showed them the photos I had taken as soon as I got there.

“This is how the house looked when I arrived on Friday,” I remarked as I flipped through my phone’s pictures. “And this is how it looks now.”

They both appeared perplexed.

My youngster said, “Dad, what’s going on?”

I pulled out the prepared bill. I remarked to my DIL, “I’m handing you a bill for a professional cleaning service.” She became angry and confused, reddening her cheeks.

She yelled, “Why would we need to pay this?”

I didn’t panic. “After watching you as a baby, your mother had to endure this. You belittled her for taking care of your children after she did you a favour by having her pay for a cleaning service. I felt it only right that you go through the same thing.”

My kid turned to face his wife, his eyes widening. He questioned her, “Is this true?”

“I… I thought the house wasn’t clean enough,” she stumbled and mumbled. I didn’t intend to aggravate her.”

My son sighed, obviously dissatisfied. “You ought to have been grateful for all that Mom accomplished for us. That was not fair to her.”

He turned back to face me and whispered, “I’m very sorry, Dad. We’ll pay Mom back right away. This won’t take place once more.”

My DIL cast an ashamed glance down. “I also apologise. I was unaware of how deeply I had wounded her.”

I nodded, a little of the tension going away. “I hope this experience helps you understand the importance of gratitude and respect.”

Things have been a little strained ever since, but I believe my DIL received the message. Even though my wife and I still assist with the grandchildren, people increasingly appreciate the work we do.

Though it has been fictionalised for artistic purposes, this work draws inspiration from actual individuals and events. For reasons of privacy protection and story improvement, names, characters, and details have been changed. Any likeness to real people, alive or dead, or real events is entirely accidental and not the author’s intention.

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