My Ex-Mother-in-Law Was Caught Stealing My Shower Cabin and Peeling Off Wallpaper – Here’s the Shocking Reason Why

I Caught My Ex-MIL Stealing My Shower Cabin and Ripping off Wallpaper Her ‘Son Had Glued’

Kelly and Peter divorce after a troubled marriage. Her ex-mother-in-law, however, is unwilling to let things go. Lorraine continues to try Kelly’s patience by stealing a complete shower cabin and tearing off wallpaper until reality sets in and she learns her lesson.

My name is Kelly, and I’ve been separated from my former spouse, Peter, for around half a year. Even if our ten-year marriage wasn’t ideal, it was my life at the time.

Until I learned of his extramarital affair.

That was the final straw, and everything fell apart. In addition to the messy and agonizing divorce, I also had to deal with his mother, Lorraine, who was a living hell.

I was never liked by Lorraine. She was very clear that I wasn’t suitable for her son, even after we were married.

“Kelly, I’m simply telling you the truth. Since he’s been with me, Peter has been accustomed to a particular lifestyle. As his mother, I instilled in him the belief that there is no other choice except to strive for perfection. I mean, you’re… Let’s be honest, doll. You are far from flawless.

She made a special effort to help Peter get as much as he could from me after we parted ways. You name it: cash, real estate, piece of my wedding jewelry, etc. She made sure I lost it if it was valuable.

I kept telling myself that I would finally be at peace after the divorce was finalized and Peter moved out.

But the tranquility was short-lived.

I was so tired from gazing at my laptop all day that I returned home early from work one day with a headache. I was about to pass out in the hallway outside my apartment, when I stopped dead in my tracks.

My shower cubicle sat there in the shared hallway. It was emblazoned with a large, conspicuous “Peter’s Property” sticker, as though I might possibly forget who owned it. I felt sick to my stomach.

What on earth was happening?

A cloud of dust and torn wallpaper greeted me as soon as I entered my apartment. I heard a tearing sound coming from down the corridor, and the walls were half-bare. As I turned the corner, I saw my ex-mother-in-law Lorraine, who was ripping the wallpaper off my walls.

In a low voice, she expressed her desire to avoid leaving any “traces” of Peter’s labor.

“What the hell, Lorraine?” I insisted, forcing my way into the kitchen, which was the only area she hadn’t touched.

Lorraine did not even flinch when she gazed up at me.

She responded, “This is all his work,” in that arrogant voice she had developed over the years. “This wallpaper belongs to him to remove because he placed it up. We’re also bringing the shower cabin. Nothing will be left for you by us.

I was taken aback. How much lower could they go? The divorce had already sapped my emotional reserves, and now this?

As I watched her destroy my house, I muttered to myself that Peter “wasn’t leaving a single thing behind” for me, feeling powerless. She was mumbling about every single item of the apartment that Peter had ever touched, tearing wallpaper and unplugging light fittings.

“Lorraine,” I said. “Just stop, please. This is unjust.

She didn’t even glance at me, though. She continued yanking at the shower frame and removing wallpaper. A recognizable lump rose in my throat. I watched her continue to destroy, feeling numb and defeated as I collapsed onto the couch because I was too exhausted to fight any longer.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, Lorraine barged back into my flat the following day. But this time, she was there for assistance, not to take anything.

“Kelly,” she exclaimed, clutching my arm with an urgency I had never saw in her. “You must assist me. Please. I’ll do everything for you. Please, just help him.

Bewildered, I blinked at her.

“Who needs help? “What are you discussing?”

Her voice broke, “Peter!” she cried. “He’s having problems. Whatever it takes, I don’t care. You must save him, please.

I released my arm.

“Lorraine, what are you talking about?”

Her eyes were big and beseeching as she gazed at me.

“An accident happened to Peter. A truly awful one. It was late, and he was drinking. Kelly, it’s terrible. He is injured. Please, you must assist him.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Peter, the guy who had deceived, tricked, and destroyed me, now required my assistance?

There was a small voice in my head telling me that it was proper for me to assist him. The memories of everything he had done to me, including the deception and manipulation, then came flooding back.

He was now paying the price for tearing apart my life.

That was fair, wasn’t it? In a sense, wasn’t that poetic justice?

Lorraine was almost on her knees as I turned to face her again.

“Lorraine, I’m not going to save Peter. He made his decisions. At last, he is addressing the repercussions of his behavior. We had a very bad experience because of his drinking. It made him feel his worst. And you’d like me to become involved once more?”

Her mouth formed a tight line as her face contorted in rage.

“You’ll regret this, Kelly,” she growled. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”

I looked her in the eye while crossing my arms.

“No, Lorraine, I think you’re the one who’ll regret it.”

There were many rumors in the days that followed. I was told in passing about Peter’s accident, that he had been drinking, and that he was fortunately still alive. However, he had a difficult recovery. Things were stacking up and he was in debt.

I was angry and relieved at the same time. At last, Peter found himself in a situation from which he was unable to escape by charm. I made the decision to visit him. I wasn’t heartless, even if I was done with Peter. All I wanted to see was his appearance after everything.

“Come in,” he said as I rapped on Lorraine’s front door.

She wasn’t home, at least. I didn’t want to witness her expression of satisfaction. It would appear to Lorraine that I was trying to assist, as if I couldn’t help myself and couldn’t avoid Peter.

“Kelly?” he asked excitedly upon seeing me.

“Peter,” I murmured, surveying the space.

It was very different from Lorraine’s usual rigid home. Rather, there were dirty glasses, chocolate wrappers, abandoned water bottles, and containers of Chinese food all about. Lorraine’s home had been completely overrun by Peter.

As he lay on the couch, he remarked, “I can’t believe you’re here,” “Kelly, I need some assistance. I have to pay my hospital fees as soon as feasible. Are you able to do it? Would you please? My car will be taken by them.

“Seriously, Peter?” I inquired. “I only came to check on your physical well-being. I’m not going to solve your problems. I’m not going to spend any money on you.”

He insisted, “Then why bother to come here?”

I turned around and walked away without saying anything more. “I don’t know, but clearly it was a mistake,” I said.

Then Lorraine returned to my door approximately a week later. She had changed from the person who had barged in before. Her eyes were haunted and exhausted, and her shoulders were hunched. She appeared to have aged ten years in a few short days.

“Kelly,” she said in a voice that was almost audible. “I know I don’t deserve it, but… but I came to apologize.”

I remained silent. I simply turned on the kettle and let her continue.

She added, “I was wrong about Peter,” as tears ran down her cheeks. “He’s not who I believed him to be. He drove everyone away and destroyed everything. For years, I believed I was helping him, but I was actually making matters worse.

Seeing her so defeated gave me a small sense of joy. But then I saw the sincere sorrow in her face, the sadness she was unable to conceal.

She was grieving for the son she believed she had, in addition to being heartbroken by Peter’s behavior. It was very evident that he had manipulated her in the same way that he had me. Like me, Lorraine had been entangled in his web of deceit.

Something softened inside of me at that very moment. Lorraine was more than the resentful person who had opposed me during the divorce. The son she had dedicated her life to had broken her as a mother.

I still didn’t want to let myself re-enter their lives, though. I thus asked Lorraine to join me for supper. Before she returned to Peter, at least I could provide her with a good lunch.

A few months later, he wrote me a brief, handwritten letter. It was an apology, not an excuse.

Kelly I really apologize for anything. For the hurt I caused, for betraying you. Right now, I’m striving to better myself and discover who I am without all the lies. I’m not asking for forgiveness. I simply want you to know that I’m making an effort.

Those were odd words to read. However, I felt a sense of finality that I had never had before.

How would you have responded?