My mother-in-law was famous for her perfect household, but she never stopped criticizing mine. I had no intention of arguing anymore. I wanted to see how far her reputation would carry her.
I’m Sarah, twenty-eight, a marketing manager. I worked full-time, just like my husband, Marcus.
When Marcus and I bought our house, his mother offered us money.
“We don’t need it,” Marcus said.
“Are you sure?” Linda asked.
“We both have good jobs,” I said.
His mother offered us money.
Marcus squeezed my hand. “We’ll build everything ourselves.”
But somewhere along the way, he forgot that promise.
According to his mother, Linda, the house was still my responsibility.
She came over several times a week, inspecting everything.
“Dust on the shelf again, Sarah?”
He forgot that promise.
“Linda, I cleaned it yesterday.”
“And these spices?” She pulled out a ruler. “They’re not even lined up.”
Once, she opened Marcus’s dresser.
“You don’t iron his socks and underwear?”
I stared at her. “What?”
“You’re supposed to iron them, fold them neatly, and put them away properly.”
The house was my responsibility.
Then she inspected the kitchen.
“A wife should cook real homemade food. Frozen pizza isn’t dinner, and neither is restaurant delivery.”
“I work forty hours a week too, Linda.”
She waved me off. “My son works all day. Cleaning and cooking are women’s work. He’s tired enough when he gets home.”
Iron them.
That evening, I complained to Marcus about his mother.
He shrugged. “Mom’s old-fashioned. Just ignore her.”
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