My Husband Is Simping over His Sister-in-Law Like Crazy – I Had Enough & Gave Him a Lesson of Respect He Will Never Forget

My husband always praises and compliments his sister-in-law like she is the most perfect human being. Even when she is not around, he talks about her. It makes me feel awful compared to her. One day, I taught him a lesson that nearly made him cry.

My husband, Jerry, and I have been married for almost four years. We have two beautiful children, and while our lives have been busy and chaotic, we’ve managed to keep our relationship strong.

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Parents with their two kids outdoors | Source: FreePik

Besides the occasional arguments, there is one thing Jerry does that annoys me. I don’t know if my husband does this on purpose or if just has a low EQ, but he knows that it bothers me yet he still does it.

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A woman annoyed at a man | Source: Pexels

He thinks the sun shines out of his sister-in-law’s bottom. He sees her as a goddess, the embodiment of perfection. Nothing she says or does is wrong. Whenever we visit her, Jerry talks about her for three to four days afterward like he is in a trance. He compliments LITERALLY EVERYTHING she does.

One would think he was cheating, but I am sure he is not. They don’t even talk besides the times we all get together. Is he in love with her? I have no idea, but he is definitely insensitive towards my feelings.

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A man in admiration | Source: FreePik

His sister-in-law, Grace, is married to Jerry’s brother, Martin. She’s always been the picture-perfect homemaker: three kids, an immaculate house, homemade meals. She somehow always looks put together. She makes motherhood seem so easy.

I’ve always admired her but never felt the need to compete. However, Jerry’s constant praise of her started to wear me down. One of our recent visits got the best of me, so I decided to give my husband a taste of his own medicine.

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A woman annoyed | Source: FreePik

We visited last weekend to see their new baby. I swear he was paying more attention to her and the baby than he ever did to me or any of our children. He complimented everything about her, from how she looked to how clean the house was to the delicious food.

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A woman cleaning the house | Source: Pexels

“Wow, Grace! No one would ever think you had just given birth. You look incredible!” he said as we entered their home.

He even praised how she made the bread and how she managed to recall our favorite dishes and desserts. “You are a superwoman,” he said. “Definitely limited edition.” I literally had it with him and said “enough” a couple of times, but he just ignored me. Meanwhile, Grace just giggled and welcomed the compliments.

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A woman baking | Source: Pexels

At one point, she noticed that I was no longer comfortable with Jerry’s admiration. She would try to instead compliment me, but it was like my husband heard nothing.

Even when we arrived home, the praising continued. “Honey, isn’t it amazing how Grace can manage three kids and keep their home so neat and clean? What does that woman take?!” I tried to change the topic several times and even showed him I was annoyed. Still, Jerry kept going on as if he couldn’t take a hint.

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A man talking to a woman | Source: FreePik

I had enough. So, yesterday, when we went to his sister-in-law’s again, I decided to turn the tables. As soon as we arrived, I started laying it on thick. We had a barbecue on their patio and Martin was behind the grilling. “Isn’t Martin amazing?” I said to Jerry’s sister-in-law. “He helps out so much and hasn’t succumbed to the dad bod yet. How incredible.”

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A woman smiling at a man | Source: FreePik

My husband looked at me, startled, while his sister-in-law’s eyes widened. But I wasn’t done. “He is so fit in his 40s!” True enough, Martin was in shape and regularly went to the gym. He also watched what he ate.

I continued, ignoring the increasingly tense atmosphere. As we were about to go home, I noticed their new patio decor and added it to my list of compliments. “Did you build those, Martin?” I asked. “Wow, you have golden hands. Jerry can’t even screw in a light bulb,” I quipped.

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Home patio decor | Source: Pexels

My brother-in-law, Martin, looked content receiving the compliments, smiling modestly. But his wife, Grace, and my husband, Jerry, visibly looked awkward. Jerry’s face turned red, and he started fidgeting.

When I mentioned how great Martin’s hair was, Jerry, who had hair problems and was slowly becoming bald, suddenly ran to our car.

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An upset man | Source: FreePik

I excused myself and went after him. I found him in our car, nearly crying. “Okay, I got it,” he said. “My brother is better than me in everything, so why did you marry me then?”

Jerry went on to say that he has always been compared to his brother. However, hearing it from me made it sting even more. He went on to accuse me of being in love with his brother, and I just laughed.

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A couple fighting in the car | Source: Pexels

I took a deep breath and replied calmly, “I just did the same thing you’ve been doing to me for the last few years.”

“What do you mean?” he replied.

“I mean, you always praise Grace in front of my face. You’re so obsessed with that you talk about her even when we’re no longer in their home. You make her seem like a God! Maybe YOU are in love with her!”

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A couple fighting in the car | Source: Pexels

He was silent for a moment, then drove home suddenly. He was quiet for the rest of the evening and slept much earlier than usual.

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A man in tears | Source: Pexels

The next morning, he came to me with flowers and an apology. “I’m so sorry, Penelope,” he began. “I appreciated Grace’s housekeeping skills because it was hard for me to manage work and house chores. I wasn’t complimenting her in comparison to you. I was complimenting her in comparison to ME.”

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A man holding a bouquet of roses | Source: FreePik

He added, “I have been feeling like a lousy husband when it comes to household work, and I just wish I could be more like her. But I hadn’t realized how my words affected you. I promise to become a better husband and pay you more attention.”

I looked at him, holding the bouquet, his eyes filled with remorse and tears about to fall. Part of me wanted to believe him, to forgive and move on. But another part of me was still hurt, still stinging from the months of feeling second best.

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A thinking woman | Source: FreePik

The next few weeks were a mixture of cautious hope and lingering doubt. Jerry started making small changes. He was helping more around the house, planning surprise date nights, and most importantly, expressing genuine appreciation for everything I did.

Maybe everything he said was true, but the fact that my husband felt that way meant I did something or didn’t do something. Was I lacking in making him feel appreciated? Was he just that insensitive to my feelings?

Unlike Jerry, another husband has been making his wife feel wonderful. At 50, he began to change into the man he was when she fell in love.

My Husband Turned 50 and He Suddenly Became the Man I Married

My husband, Chris, and I have been married for over twenty years. He has always been a good man and a wonderful father to our kids. In the early days, he was incredibly affectionate, and couldn’t keep his hands off me. We had this electric chemistry that I thought would never fade.

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A couple enjoying time on the internet | Source: Pexels

But, after the kids came along, things started to change. The affection, the romance, and even the playful flirting that we once had, all began to fade away. It got to the point where I felt like we were just roommates. I read about couples losing intimacy and romance after having children, but I didn’t think it would happen to me.

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A woman on her laptop and her family sleeping on the bed | Source: Pexels

Then, two months ago, something completely unexpected happened. Out of the blue, Chris asked me if I wanted to go away for the weekend, just the two of us. It was such a shock that I almost didn’t believe it at first. We hadn’t done something like that in years. But I agreed, hoping it would rekindle some of what we had lost.

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A couple sitting by the beach | Source: Pexels

When we got back home, his new attitude continued. He started losing weight and getting more toned. He looked better than he did when we got married, and I found it difficult to keep my hands off him. I couldn’t help but wonder what had caused this sudden transformation.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

My Stepdaughter Demanded I Transfer All Her Late Dad’s Assets to Her Name – I Did, but She Didn’t Like It

George’s absence haunts their home, his memory wrapped in his shirt that Mariana clutches each night. Yet, it wasn’t his death that shattered her… it was her stepdaughter Susan’s demand for his assets. When she finally gave in, a twist emerged, leaving Susan furious and Mariana oddly at peace.

Moving on after losing a loved one is never easy. Sometimes, I still hear my hubby George’s voice in the back of my head. I wake up clutching his favorite shirt, his scent lingering on the fabric. But while I was still grieving his loss, what my stepdaughter did… it completely shattered me…

Close-up of a sad older woman sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

Close-up of a sad older woman sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

I’m Mariana, 57 years old, and I was married to the most wonderful man, George, for 25 years. He had a daughter, Susan, 34, from a previous marriage.

Our relationship with Susan used to be fine. She called me “Mom” and filled the void in my heart of not having a child of my own. I didn’t see her as “someone else’s” child. I loved her as my own daughter, you know.

When Susan got married to the man of her choice, George and I were overjoyed. But after that, everything went downhill when George was diagnosed with terminal cancer.

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A newlywed couple embracing each other | Source: Unsplash

Susan’s visits dwindled from weekly to monthly, then stopped altogether. She barely came to see her father, occasionally calling me to ask about his condition.

One day, she asked me something that tore me apart. “How many more days does he have left to live?”

I gripped the phone tightly, my voice trembling. “Susan, your father isn’t some product with an expiry date.”

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Distressed older woman holding her face | Source: Midjourney

“I just want to know, Mom. I’m busy, you know that… I can’t be visiting often,” she replied.

“Busy?” I echoed, disbelief coloring my tone. “Too busy to see your dying father?”

She sighed heavily. “Look, I’ll try to visit soon, okay?”

But that “soon” never came.

Then, the day I dreaded finally arrived. The hospital called, informing me that George had passed peacefully.

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A sick man in hospital bed | Source: Midjourney

I was shattered, barely able to stand as the news sunk in. My George, my beloved George, was gone.

To my shock and disappointment, Susan didn’t even attend his funeral. When I called her, she had an excuse ready.

“You know that I just delivered my baby last month, Mom,” she said, her voice oddly detached. “The doctors advised against long travel due to some health issues.”

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Men carrying a coffin in a cemetery | Source: Pexels

I swallowed hard, fighting back tears. “But Susan, it’s your father’s funeral. Don’t you want to see him one last time?”

“I can’t risk my baby’s health,” she replied curtly. “You understand, right?”

I didn’t, not really, but I nodded silently, forgetting she couldn’t see me. “Of course, sweetie. Take care.”

As I hung up and sat near my husband’s coffin, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something had fundamentally changed between us.

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Close-up of a sad woman sitting in a cemetery | Source: Midjourney

Six months after George’s passing, I was startled by a loud knock on my door. Opening it, I found Susan and her husband Doug, accompanied by a stern-looking man in a suit.

Susan barged in without a greeting. “Mom, we need you to sign some papers.”

I blinked, confused. “What papers?”

Doug thrust a stack of documents at me, including a blank sheet. “Just sign these. It’s for transferring all the assets into our names.”

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Silhouette of a couple in a room | Source: Midjourney

“Excuse me?” I stepped back, my heart racing. “What are you talking about?”

Susan rolled her eyes. “Dad’s assets, Mom. We’re here to claim what’s rightfully ours.”

Their audacity left me speechless. If only George had left a will, I wouldn’t be in this mess. I would have ensured my daughter was taken care of before she even knew there was a problem.

But this? Their tone and audacity irked me. How could they think I’d just stand by and let them walk all over me?

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Close-up of a furious woman furrowing her brows | Source: Midjourney

“No,” I said firmly, finding my voice. “I want you to leave my house right now. And don’t you dare come back with such awful demands.”

Susan’s face contorted with anger. “You can’t do this! You’re not even my REAL MOTHER!”

Her words hit me like a bag of bricks. I stumbled back, tears welling in my eyes. “Susan, how can you say that? After all these years?”

“Just stick to your boundaries and pass on my father’s assets to me,” she spat.

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Stunned older woman gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

I felt my blood pressure rising, my vision blurring with tears and rage. “Get out of my house!” I shouted. “Your father would be heartbroken if he knew what a greedy daughter you’ve become. I’m glad my George didn’t live to see this day.”

Susan launched into a tirade, her words becoming a blur of insults and demands.

“How dare you, Mariana? George was my father, not yours, and you have no right to anything here!” she yelled. “You think you can wiggle your way in here and take what’s ours? Over my dead body!”

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Side view of a frustrated young woman yelling | Source: Midjourney

That did it. Tears sprang from my eyes. Susan… the daughter my George and I had raised practically stabbed me with her words alone.

But no, I wouldn’t let them break me. Not me. Not Mariana.

“This is my home, and you’re not welcome! Take your greed and get out before I call the cops!” I retorted.

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A shocked older woman looking up | Source: Midjourney

“Do you have any idea what you’re putting us through? You’re nothing but a greedy vulture, circling around for scraps my father left behind!” Susan barked.

“If you had an ounce of decency, you’d leave right now! But clearly, that’s asking too much!” I snapped.

“You think a few harsh words will scare us? Just sign the damn papers, lady!” Doug yelled at me.

I felt cornered by the daughter I’d loved and raised. I was furious and heartbroken.

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Terrified older woman looking up | Source: Midjourney

When they refused to leave, my neighbor, hearing the commotion, rushed over. “You heard her! This isn’t your place, and you’re not welcome. Move it!” he physically escorted Susan and Doug out.

As they left, Susan’s furious voice echoed back. “This isn’t over, Mariana! You’ll regret this!”

I slumped onto the couch, my heart aching. Where had all that love we once shared vanished? How could greed twist my daughter into someone I barely recognized?

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Close-up of a shattered older woman lying on the couch | Source: Midjourney

With trembling hands, I reached for George’s framed photo on the side table. Tears blurred my vision as I traced his smiling face.

“Oh, George,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Why didn’t you take me with you? I’m lost without you.”

A sob escaped my throat as I clutched the frame to my chest. “Our daughter… our sweet Susan… she’s a stranger to me now. What happened to the little girl who used to call me Mom?”

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An older woman clutching a framed photo | Source: Midjourney

The silence of the empty house pressed in around me, amplifying my grief. I rocked back and forth, the photo cool against my tear-stained cheeks.

“I miss you so much, honey,” I choked out. “I don’t know how to face this alone.”

Susan’s calls didn’t stop after that. Day and night, my phone buzzed with her angry messages and voicemails. Finally, exhausted and desperate for peace, I decided to give in.

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A smartphone on a table | Source: Pexels

I met with my lawyer, determined to give Susan what she wanted and be done with it. But there was something neither of us knew.

A week later, Susan stormed into my home again, her face red with fury.

“HOW DID YOU DO THIS?” she screamed. “I only get $3,000 and an old car? What about everything else?”

I stared at her, a small smile forming on my face. “What are you talking about?”

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A furious young woman frowning | Source: Midjourney

Susan waved a paper in my face. “This! This pathetic inheritance you told the lawyer to give me! Where’s everything else?”

I took the paper from her, a small smile dancing on my lips. According to this, George only had $3,000 in his bank account, an old Mustang, and some debts.

“What about the house? The SUV? Dad’s old farmhouse?” Susan snapped.

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Side view of a young woman yelling | Source: Midjourney

You see, my lawyer, whom I’d called the other day, arrived and explained the situation. And this is what he said:

“Mrs. Anderson, everything the family owned is in your name. The house, the SUV, the farmhouse, everything. Mr. Anderson transferred it all to you years ago, keeping just three grand in his bank account and his old Mustang. It’s up to you now to decide the fate of these assets.”

Until the lawyer dropped the bomb, I’d assumed George had left me nothing. But no! He had made sure I’d be taken care of after he was gone. Bless his soul.

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A man holding documents | Source: Pexels

Susan’s face twisted with rage when I spilled the tea. “You’re lying! This can’t be true!” she hissed.

I looked at her, a strange calm settling over me. “Well, Susan, you wanted your father’s assets. Now you have them.”

“This isn’t fair!” she shrieked. “You tricked me!”

I looked up, a gentle smile plastered on my face. “No, Susan. I gave you exactly what you asked for… what rightfully belonged to your father. And now, I’m keeping what rightfully belongs to me.”

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An older woman sitting on the couch and smiling | Source: Midjourney

In the days that followed, I made a decision. I sold everything — the house, the SUV, the farmhouse, all of it. I made a decent eight figures, and bought a beautiful villa in a place I’d always dreamed of living, far from everyone.

As I settled into my new home, I received a call from an old friend back in town.

“Mariana,” she said, her voice hushed. “I thought you should know. Susan’s trying to start litigation against you.”

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A stunning house with a beautiful garden | Source: Midjourney

I sighed, unsurprised. “Let me guess, it fell through?”

“Yep. Everything was in your name, after all!”

I thanked her for the information and hung up, feeling a pang of sadness and relief.

Weeks passed, and I started to enjoy my new life. I traveled around the world, tried new hobbies, made new friends. But the peace didn’t last.

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An older woman in Paris | Source: Midjourney

One day, my phone rang with an unfamiliar number. When I answered, I heard a man’s voice. “Mrs. Anderson? I’m calling on behalf of Susan. She wants to meet with you.”

I felt a chill run down my spine. “No,” I said firmly. “I’m not interested.”

“But Mrs. Anderson, she insists—”

I cut him off. “Tell Susan she got what she wanted. I have nothing more to say to her.”

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A man talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

As I ended the call, I couldn’t help but wonder why Susan was so desperate to meet now. What more could she possibly want? The fragments of my remaining peace?

I shook my head, pushing the thought away. It didn’t matter. I had a new life now, and I intended to live it to the fullest. After all, isn’t that what George would have wanted?

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Side view of an older woman holding a coffee cup and smiling | Source: Midjourney

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