“Greedy In-Laws Planned to Abandon Our Sick Mom, but Her Savvy Move Changed Everything”
My Greedy In-Laws Tried to Get Rid of Our Sick Mom, but She Brilliantly Taught Them a Lesson
The parents of Lexie’s husband are left adrift when they are forced to give up their house since they lost their employment. When Lexie witnesses her husband’s anguish at not being able to assist, she consents to her mother’s invitation to remain with her. Things go well at first, but then things start to go the other way. They start to whine about everything instead of being thankful, which leads to a call to social services.
Not too long after Cameron and I tied the knot, his parents encountered some sad events. Roger’s father, Jessica, and mother, Roger, were forced to give up their house when Roger was laid off.
There wasn’t room for Cameron and me to accommodate them. However, we were equally desperate as they were. We were unable to let them try to solve the problem on their own.
They requested my mother to allow them move in when they found out she lived alone. My mom lived in a two-story home, but she had a live-in nurse to take care of her because she was confined to a wheelchair following an automobile accident a few years prior.
My mother-in-law asked me, “Please, Tanya,” as we were all having supper at my mother’s place. “There is nowhere else for us to go. Additionally, we now lack any funds.”
There was only so much that one of us could do on our own, so I knew that my spouse was also affected by this whole situation. Cameron exhaled with relief and tightened his grip on my hand when my mother consented.
Yes, you are welcome to remain here. You are welcome to stay for as long as necessary’, my mum informed them.
First, everything was alright.
My father-in-law took care of the house’s general maintenance and mowed the lawn while my mother-in-law prepared the meals.
However, after that, things evolved and social services became engaged. It was a bad dream.
That is what took place.
My mom was clearly using the entire first floor, which is why my in-laws started to protest. My sister and I had turned the first floor into my mother’s complete residence on its own since her injury.
We were going to give her the space she needed. When we went to see Mom, the second level served as our area.
My in-laws weren’t appreciative; instead, they grumbled about not being able to store their belongings there. My mother’s modest food in the refrigerator was the subject of their murmurs.
These are very simple dishes. Roger would respond, “There’s nothing new or different here.
Nevertheless, despite their complaints, they made no attempt to purchase food for themselves or food that they occasionally would have wanted to eat.
When Roger started working as a proofreader for the local newspaper, or Jessica became the head librarian at the neighbourhood library, nothing changed.
“Don’t you think they should start looking for a new place?” One evening while out for a walk, Cameron asked me.
“I’m sure your mum cannot wait to have the house back,” he said.
“Well,” I answered. “I believe she takes pleasure in having visitors. She frequently complained that Linda and her alone were too quiet.”
Yes, it makes sense, he replied. “But my parents can be a lot.”
My spouse seemed to have spoken it into existence.
When I brought pastries over to my mother’s house one day, I noticed that she was agitated.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her right away.
She uttered “Cameron’s parents,” very slowly. “They’ve made suggestions that I go to a nursing home. I also overheard them discussing it last night.”
“Mom, should I ask them to go or what? They’re going too far,” I remarked, concerned for her welfare.
She murmured, “Oh, honey,” as an enigmatic smile appeared on her face. “I’ll take care of everything, don’t you worry.”
After a few days, my mother-in-law sobbed when she called.
She questioned, “How could Tanya do that to us?”
It seems that my mother was prepared to move into a nursing home and had instructed them to pack up and relocate to the first floor. She claimed to be in need of assistance and to want her life to be a little simpler.
Cameron’s parents believed they had prevailed in the war they started.
Rather, my mother had contacted social services and explained that she required assistance for two people who were temporarily residing with her.
Social workers showed up at my mother’s house the following day, prepared to transfer Jessica and Roger to their communal living units.
They were furious.
They were demanding to see us, so Cameron and I went to my mother’s house to meet them.
“This is completely ridiculous! My mother-in-law said, “We thought we were moving downstairs, not out of the house!”
“How could she deceive us in this manner! My father-in-law continued, “These past few months, we have done everything for her.
My spouse flinched next to me. He was caught in the midst, unsure of how to respond or what to do.
“You attempted to force her into a nursing home by taking advantage of her generosity. “You deserve what you got,” I shot back, hardly controlling my rage at their remarks.
Mom-in-law argued, “You can’t just throw us out like this!”
“Now that you have a small place to live, your mother said with a smile.” Additionally, it’s not a problem I have. You just whined when I tried to aid you. It wasn’t your desire to be here. All that was required of you was that you come here. You can now learn to survive on your own.”
Jessica was horrified. She probably didn’t anticipate that kind of retaliation from my mother.
Indeed, social services provided them with housing in a small flat near their respective places of employment. Until they made the decision to relocate, everything would be perfect for them.
They kept cursing as they went, but it was obvious that the entire ordeal had defeated them.
“I apologise,” my spouse said to my mom after we got her settled once more. “This was all my fault.”
My mother had to comfort him for a time before he could see that he had done nothing wrong.
“Your parents were invited to stay here if they needed a place to stay, but they kept complaining. Here, they have made life difficult. Everything was problematic, “explained the woman.
As they were talking, I kept moving around the kitchen. I prepared my husband’s favourite Indian meals because I knew he needed a pick-me-up. Hopefully, this would help.
I also felt that I should take the blame, if I had to. I ought to have protested the relocation from the start. However, I was aware that my in-laws would require housing if they lost their houses. Perhaps it was also due to guilt.
I was filled with guilt only because Cameron and I couldn’t handle it ourselves and had let them move in with my mother.
I told my husband we had to see his folks that evening as we were getting ready for bed. Despite their terrible behaviour, they needed to know that we still cared, therefore we had to make sure they were okay.
We met them at their new flat the next day. Though it was small and charming, it was sufficient for the two of them. There were boxes everywhere as soon as we entered, and the air smelled like burnt toast.
“I didn’t check the toaster setting,” Roger excused himself.
After all, we took them to a café for lunch, where they eventually acknowledged their actions.
According to my mother-in-law, “We were at fault.” “Now that we know that. We simply want more after seeing how simple it was to live with Tanya. We must now, however, make it work for us personally.”
As Cameron vented to his folks, I started eating my pancakes. He continued by saying that they were accountable for their deeds and that nothing could atone for the way they had treated my mother.
“You made me feel ashamed. And you exploited the mother of my wife,” he uttered. “Do you know how that makes me feel?”
While his parents ate their eggs Benedict in silence, I let him chat his way through it.
My spouse made a diversion to pick up my mother a bunch of flowers when we were driving home.
Saying, “She deserves it,” he spoke.
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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