Mother-in-Law Converted Our Adopted Daughter’s Room into Storage — My Revenge Was Epic

My MIL Turned Our Adopted Daughter’s Room into a Storage Space — So I Got the Ultimate Revenge

My mother-in-law had always been quite cruel to my adopted daughter Lily, but I was furious when, behind our backs, she converted Lily’s room into a storage area. I had a plan to do something that would make her reconsider her actions before tampering with my family once more.

After nearly nine years of marriage to my husband Jack, my mother-in-law Linda has seized every chance to turn my life into a daily hell.

I promise I’m not exaggerating, despite what you may believe. She is among those who enjoy prying into other people’s affairs while being aware of the harm that their words and deeds might cause to their loved ones.

I’ve always had problems with Linda, and I realized shortly after my marriage that she would never be different. She even dared to tell me that my wedding dress wasn’t something she liked. That too shortly after I had exchanged vows with Jack. Sounds awful, doesn’t it?

Jack and I started trying for a child a year into our marriage, but it didn’t work out. Despite our several visits to reproductive clinics, none of my pregnancies went beyond three months. To put it mildly, I was devastated by it and it was heartbreaking.

Jack came over to hug me one night as I was sitting in our bedroom, reflecting on my recent miscarriage.

He attempted to reassure me by rubbing my arm, saying, “I know you’re stressed about having a baby, but it’s not in our control.”

“We’ve tried everything we could, and I think we should look at the other options now.”

“What other options?” I frowned as I asked. Do you believe your mother will consent to our adopting a child? You hope so!”

“I know she’s difficult to deal with, but I’m sure she’ll understand.”

I shook my head, “She won’t understand anything, Jack.” “Recall how she used to make me feel alienated in the early going of our marriage? Even so, do you know why she did it?

He looked at me expressionlessly.

“Because I’m not related to you. “I’m not the girl she wanted you to marry,” I said, mentally reliving the first few months of our union. Remember that she wanted you to wed the daughter of her cousin? just due to the fact that the girl was related to your mother.”

“Can’t you forget those things and move on?” Jack met my eyes with his own.

“Go on? It’s your mother who has to move on. She must no longer think that blood is essential.” I objected. I vividly recall the day she made the crude comment, ‘You could have done better!’ If we adopted a child, I can only image the horrible things she would say!”

Jack realized then that I was correct. He was well acquainted with Linda, and he probably anticipated the hurtful remarks she would make.

The problem was that adoption was our only viable choice even though we truly desired a child. Thus, Jack and I made the decision to adopt a kid after considering it for several days.

But telling Linda about this was an absolute nightmare. She made every effort to dissuade us with weak justifications, but in the end, our choice stood.

Lily soon entered our life and brought with her an unimaginable delight.

We adopted her when she was about a year old, but it seemed like we had known her forever. She is the cutest child I have ever seen.

However, Linda? She’s constantly trying to find an excuse to tell me that adopting Lily was a bad choice.

She immediately said, “You’ll never understand true motherhood without pregnancy,” as soon as she saw Lily in my arms.

Even though I was enraged, I chose to remain silent because, well, you can’t argue with those who can’t follow logic.

In any case, we chose to take Lily to Disneyland for her third birthday. We were quite enthusiastic about this trip, which we had been saving for months. I was eager to witness her reaction upon seeing Mickey Mouse and all the Disney princesses up close.

Linda attempted to make us feel horrible about our choice after Jack told her about it.

She snarled over the phone, “Why waste so much money on a girl who’s not truly yours?” “You’re giving her a life that’s way better than what she deserves, and that’s enough, Jack.”

After Jack had finished speaking with her, I added, “She’s never going to stop with her disgusting remarks.”

Jack responded, “Forget it, babe,” setting his phone down on the side table. “Let’s focus on the trip.”

And I did precisely that. Making sure Lily would love the trip and packing were my main priorities. I had no idea Linda was going to do anything that would drive me crazy.

Lily had a great time on the vacation, just as we had anticipated. She enjoyed the rides there as well as engaging with the Disney princesses. It’s indescribable how pleased it made me to see her face light up with anticipation. There was a moment when I literally had tears in my eyes.

Nevertheless, our joy was fleeting, for the sight that met our eyes upon entering our home is an experience I will never forget.

Boxes littered the kitchen and living areas; some were even stacked in the hallway. When I initially looked at Jack, I believed he had placed an Amazon order, but he was just as astonished as I was.

He studied the label on one of the boxes and remarked, “These don’t look like new boxes.” “These are old boxes, babe.”

“But who placed them here?” As I opened a box to see what was inside, I inquired. I realized then where they had come from.

“These shoes, are they not your mother’s? the ones we gave her for Christmas last year?” I raised my hand to ask, clutching a pair of sneakers.

Yes, Jack replied. “But why did she—”

“Your mother is crazy, Jack!” I hurled the shoes to the ground and shouted. “I know exactly why she came here!”

I quickly headed to Lily’s room, and as soon as I opened the door, my worst nightmares came true. This time, Linda had surpassed all boundaries.

“Jack!” I exclaimed. “Come here!”

His eyebrows knitted as he surveyed his surroundings before hurriedly running to Lily’s chamber. Beneath a pile of Linda’s old stuff was the room that had formerly been decorated with lovely pink walls and Lily’s toys.

In addition, stacks of boxes containing Linda’s used clothing, shoes, silverware, pots, and pans were arranged along the walls.

“What the hell happened here?” Jack questioned, wide-eyed.

“Your mother happened!” I spat it out. It appears that she made the decision to use my daughter’s room as a storage area. Jack, what in the world does she think of herself? This is excessive.”

Jack shared my anger, but I had to handle things myself as I wasn’t sure if he would address his mother. She pretended it didn’t matter when I called her right away.

“Oh, I thought you wouldn’t mind,” she said, sounding sly. “As I was cleaning out my garage, I simply needed extra space, and I figured I could utilize Lily’s room. Isn’t she too young to notice?”

“Are you kidding me, Linda?” I lost my temper. “This is Lily’s room, and you had no right to do what you did!”

“Come on, she’s just a kid,” she said, brushing off my remarks. “As well as adopted. It is unlikely that she would recall this in a few years.”

And that was all. That was the last straw. I had had enough of being polite. I made it very plain to MIL that she had gone too far and that she would not be allowed back in our house until she apologized and removed everything from Lily’s room.

I chose to come up with a strategy to discipline her since I knew she would never say sorry. I wanted her to feel, upon seeing her room, what Lily felt.

So the following day, after saying goodbye to Jack and leaving Lily off at school, I went into Lily’s room and packed up everything that Linda had. When every box was prepared, I called the courier service and made arrangements for the boxes to be shipped to various locations.

I mailed several to random addresses, her job, and her home. However, the primary box was donated to her beloved country club, where she enjoyed nightly conversations with some of the most powerful women in the community.

With large, bold characters, I wrote, “URGENT: DELIVER TO LINDA IMMEDIATELY.”

What did I put inside that box, may I guess? Her worn-out bras, soiled sweaters, and other private belongings that nobody wanted to see her in public.

A few days later, I received a call from her.

She cried, “Are you out of your mind?” “You bring my belongings to the club and my work? How dare you! You have no idea how ashamed I felt.”

I laughed and said, “Oh, I know exactly how embarrassed you were.” “I hope it was only a small portion of how Lily felt upon returning home to discover her room completely ruined. Perhaps after reading this, you won’t meddle with my family again.”

And before she could say another word, I hung up. The best part is that she hasn’t made an attempt to get in touch with me since our last exchange, which means I was pretty well done with her. Without her intervention, we’ve been able to live in harmony, and for that, I am incredibly appreciative.