My mother-in-law tried spoiling my birthday by sending me something horrendous as a gift. But this time, I refused to take her bullying and abuse, and with my husband’s help, I finally got revenge and the upper hand.
Two weeks ago, there was a knock at the door after lunch, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. The day, which happened to be my birthday, had started beautifully as I received calls from friends, warm hugs from family, and lots of love from my husband and our child. But little did I know that it was about to get messed up in a big way!
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Mark was in the kitchen, wiping down the counters while our baby napped upstairs. I opened the door to find a delivery man holding a massive carton wrapped in bright, cheery paper. It was almost comical how oversized the box was, taking up nearly the entire doorway.
“Who on earth…?” I muttered to myself stunned as I helped the delivery man maneuver the box inside. Mark walked in, curious.
“Wow, that’s a big one! Who’s it from?” he asked, leaning against the wall with a slight smile.
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I shrugged, equally perplexed. As I started to untie the ribbon and peel back the wrapping paper, a small note slipped out and fluttered to the floor. I picked it up, instantly recognizing the handwriting. My heart sank.
“From the wonderful woman who gifted you a husband.”
I read it aloud, my voice tinged with disbelief. My husband’s smile faltered, and he took the note from me, frowning.
“It’s from your mother,” I said, my voice flat.
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A quick flash of tension tightened Mark’s features before he masked it with a reassuring grin. “Maybe it’s not as bad as you think, Jane,” he suggested, trying to stay positive.
I wanted to believe him, but my gut told me otherwise. From the moment we met, my mother-in-law (MIL), Linda, made no secret of her disdain and dislike for me. It wasn’t anything overt at first, just small, cutting remarks.
“Oh, you work in marketing? How… quaint,” she would say, with that half-smirk of hers. “My son deserves someone who can match his intellect, don’t you think?”
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Over time, the comments became more pointed, especially after Mark and I got married.
“You know, in our family, we value tradition. A woman’s place is at home, taking care of her husband and children. I hope you’re up for the task, dear,” she’d say. She also never missed a chance to remind me of my modest background.
And when I had our baby, her disapproval only deepened. She never visited us at the hospital, nor did she come by when we got home. Instead, she sent a terse email: “I trust that you’re both managing, though I can’t say I’m thrilled about the influence you’ll have on my grandchild.”
A stressed-out woman with a laptop in front of her | Source: Pexels
Mark tried to brush off her words, insisting she didn’t mean them the way they sounded. But they stung all the same. Now, with this enormous box in front of me, I was shocked and felt a knot of anxiety twist in my stomach. Was this her attempt at making peace? Or was it another passive-aggressive jab?
“Go on, open it,” Mark urged gently, though I could hear the unease in his voice.
With trembling hands, I tore off the rest of the wrapping paper, revealing a plain, nondescript box underneath. I hesitated for a moment before opening the flaps. The sight that greeted me made my heart drop.
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I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Inside was a mountain of clothes that were massive, outdated, and frankly, repulsive. They were all sized 3X and 4X. They were the kind of clothes that might have been fashionable fifty years ago, and that was being generous!
The fabric was dirty, frayed at the edges, and reeked of mildew, as if they had been stored in a damp basement for decades.
Linda’s birthday gift to Jane | Source: Midjourney
My hands shook as I realized what this was, a cruel, calculated insult. Linda wasn’t only mocking my modest background; she was trying to humiliate me in the most personal way possible!
Standing beside me, Mark turned pale as he took in the sight of the clothes. Without a word, he grabbed his phone and dialed his mother’s number immediately, his face hardening with each ring.
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When she answered, my husband didn’t waste any time! “Mom, what have you done!?” he snapped, putting the phone on speaker so I could hear both sides of the conversation. There was a moment of silence before Linda’s voice came through, cold and dismissive.
“What’s the matter, Mark? Don’t you appreciate a thoughtful gift?”
“A thoughtful gift? Are you kidding me?” Mark’s voice was rising now, a mix of anger and disbelief. “You intentionally sent my wife a box of rags that wouldn’t even fit a circus clown! What are you trying to do?”
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“I’m not trying to do anything, Mark. I simply thought Jane could use some new clothes,” Linda replied, her tone dripping with false innocence.
“New clothes? These are relics from the Stone Age! And they’re not even her size, Mom. This is disgusting!” Mark was shouting now, his face flushed with anger.
I stood there, feeling a mix of emotions. I felt hurt, anger, and something else I couldn’t quite place. Was it relief? Relief that Mark was finally seeing his mother for who she really was?
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Linda’s voice turned icy. “You’re overreacting. I just thought she might appreciate something different. It’s not my fault she has such simple tastes.”
My husband’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t about taste, Mom. This is about respect, something you clearly lack for Jane! I’m done with your games!”
He hung up the phone abruptly, his hands still trembling with rage. He turned to me, his expression softening as he comforted me. “Jane, I’m so sorry. I had no idea she would do something like this.”
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I swallowed hard, trying to steady my emotions. The hurt and anger I felt were overwhelming. “It’s not your fault, babe.” My MIL wasn’t being petty; she had made a calculated move to humiliate me on my special day! I couldn’t let her get away with this.
It was time for her to learn that her actions have consequences. When my husband saw the resolve in my eyes, to my surprise, he said, “Let’s teach her a lesson!” The plan we came up with was risky, but we felt it was the only way to show her I wouldn’t take her bullying anymore.
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We spent the next few hours documenting every item in that box. I took photos of each piece of clothing, ensuring I captured every stain, every tear, and every sign of neglect. I wanted to ensure there was no denying what Linda had sent me.
As we repacked the box, I suddenly had an idea. “Let’s add a little something extra,” I said, my voice laced with mischief. Together, we found a framed photo of the three of us: Mark, our baby, and me smiling and happily.
Jane holding a framed family picture | Source: Midjourney
I penned a note to go with it to send a specific message: “We may not fit your perfect image, but we are a family, and you can’t tear us apart.”
The next day, Mark called his father and sister, explaining what had happened. His father, always the peacemaker, sighed heavily. “I’m not surprised. She’s been like this for as long as I’ve known her. But this… this is a new low.”
His sister, Melanie, was more vocal. “That woman has lost it! I’m so sorry, Jane. She’s been unbearable lately. It’s time someone put her in her place.”
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With their support, we set our plan into motion. We invited Linda over under the pretense of a casual late birthday celebration, hoping she’d take the bait. To our relief, she accepted, no doubt expecting another opportunity to exert her control.
When the day arrived, Linda walked in with her usual air of superiority. We led her to her seat, and in front of her was a photo album with all the dirty clothes she’d gifted me cataloged. Curiosity made her open the album, and she gasped when she realized what she was looking at.
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“What is this?” she asked Mark.
“Don’t you recognize them? It’s the clothes you gave to Jane for her birthday. We decided to regift them to you.”
“I… I don’t remember gifting her any clothes,” she tried lying as her husband and daughter listened and watched closely.
Having anticipated that she’d try denying what she did, we asked her to follow us into the living room. She froze when she saw the massive box sitting in the middle. It was wrapped in the same paper she had used.
Linda shocked to see the wrapped up gift she sent Jane | Source: Midjourney
“Surprise!” I said with the same fake smile she always used around me. “We wanted to thank you for your generous gift, so we decided to give it back to you improved!” Linda’s eyes darted between the box and the gathered family, clearly confused.
Mark’s father and sister watched her curiously, waiting for her reaction. “Go ahead, open it and show them exactly what you got my wife for her birthday,” my husband encouraged, crossing his arms over his chest.
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Linda hesitated, but with everyone’s eyes on her, she had no choice. She tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box, her face draining of color as she recognized the clothes she had sent me. Then, she found the framed photo, her note to me, and another letter.
Her face flushed with anger, her hands shaking as she clutched the picture. “What is this?” she demanded, her voice wavering between shock and fury.
“It’s a reminder that no matter how much you try to belittle me, I’m not going anywhere. Mark and I are a team, and we’re raising our child in a home filled with love, not hate.”
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Stepping forward, my husband added, “You can either be a part of that or stay away. But we won’t tolerate any more of your games.” Mark’s sister, Melanie, grabbed the note my mother had included in her “gift” to me and handed it to her father.
Mark’s dad read it and shook his head in disappointment. “This is low, Linda. Even for you.”
Melanie nodded in agreement, her expression one of solidarity. “You’ve gone too far, Mom. It’s time to stop.”
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Linda stood there, speechless, her gaze shifting from the box to the faces of her family. She realized she was outnumbered, outmaneuvered, and exposed. There was no coming back from this.
Mark took a step closer, his voice firm. “If you ever do something like this again, Mom, you won’t be welcome in our lives. You need to decide what’s more important to you: your pride or your family.”
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Linda’s shoulders slumped as she muttered a barely audible apology. She quickly gathered her things and left the house. The door closed behind her with a finality that signaled the end of her reign of terror.
In the days that followed, she made a few tentative attempts at reconciliation, her messages laced with what seemed like genuine regret. But only time would tell if she truly meant them.
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As for me, I’d never felt more empowered. I managed to turn her cruelty back on her. And the best part? The rest of the family finally saw her for who she was! She might have thought she was clever, but in the end, I was the one who had the last laugh.
And that, my friends, is how I got sweet, epic revenge on my MIL without even breaking a sweat!
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A controlling woman kicks her daughter-in-law out of the house with her newborn child, only to find herself in appalling conditions years later.
Abbie and Jonathan were married for three years when they welcomed their son, Timothy. They lived in Austin, Texas, with Jonathan’s mother, Susan, who wasn’t the worst by all accounts but wasn’t the best either.
Susan’s problem was that she wanted total control over everything, especially Jonathan’s life. To her relief, she was always successful since Jonathan was a “mama’s boy” who never went against her.
However, things began to change when Abbie came into Jonathan’s life. He began to devote a significant percentage of his attention to her, making Susan believe that Abbie was pulling him away from her.
Eventually, Abbie got the impression that Susan despised her, so she advised Jonathan that they move out. But he politely declined, saying, “Oh darling, come on! You know how mom is! She may seem harsh on the outside, but she is soft on the inside. She adores you just as much as she adores me.”
But Abbie knew that wasn’t the case, and her worst fears proved true one day…
Mrs. Norris wasn’t supportive of Abbie and Jonathan’s relationship. | Source: Pexels
“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE WITH THAT BABY!” Susan yelled at Abbie as she and Jonathan returned from the hospital following Timothy’s birth. She didn’t even go to the hospital for Abbie’s delivery because she despised her. And once Abbie was home, she already had a brilliant plan to get rid of her “pathetic” daughter-in-law.
“Susan, what’s the matter?” Abbie stared at her, bewildered. She didn’t understand why the woman would say something like that to her.
“Good Lord! Susan?” she whispered in disbelief on seeing her mother-in-law in such a terrible condition.
“What’s the matter with me?” she retorted. “That boy is not my son’s blood! He looks nothing like my son!” she lied, screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Susan!” Abbie yelled back, teary-eyed. “How could you say such a thing? He’s your grandson…Jonathan,” she said, turning to her husband. “Why aren’t you saying anything? You know he’s—”
Before Abbie could finish, Susan cut her off. “Stop bewitching my son with those crocodile tears of yours! You’ve already wrecked his life. Pack your things and get lost!” she repeated and grabbed Jonathan’s arm, pulling him to her side.
Mrs. Norris ordered Abbie to leave the house. | Source: Pexels
“Jonathan….” Abbie looked at him with hopeful eyes, but he didn’t utter a word. Instead, he stood by his mother’s side and lowered his head in shame.
Abbie couldn’t believe Jonathan didn’t say anything to his mother, even if it meant losing his son! She realized whatever was happening to her was probably the worst thing she’d ever faced, but she reasoned it was probably for the best if she moved away from the toxicity. So she packed her belongings and left Susan’s home to live with her parents.
Several years went by and Abbie had raised Timothy on her own, giving him the finest of everything. Fortunately, she also healed from the pain of her toxic marriage with Jonathan and took the first step towards divorce and a happy life with her son as a single mother.
A few years after the divorce, she found love again when she crossed paths with a man named Edward at Timothy’s school. He was a widower with a daughter, Caroline. He and Abbie fell in love and got married.
Abbie felt her life was complete after marrying Edward. She had a wonderful family, an excellent job, two beautiful children, and a devoted husband. She never thought about the horrific past again until something unexpected happened one day…
Abbie took a drastic step and became a single mom. | Source: Pexels
After dropping Caroline and Timothy off at school, Abbie was on her way to work when she noticed an elderly woman dumpster diving for food.
“Good Lord!” she sighed as she came to a halt and glanced at the woman. “What misery did she go through to have to eat from a dumpster?”
Abbie reached into her handbag for cash and got out of the car to offer it to the woman. But as she got closer, something about the woman’s filthy clothes made her stop.
She recognized the woman’s coat and immediately came to a halt in the middle of the street until a car blew its horn, interrupting her thoughts. When the homeless woman turned around to face her, Abbie’s suspicions were confirmed.
“Good Lord! Susan?” she whispered in disbelief on seeing her mother-in-law in such a terrible condition. “Susan, what happened to you? What are you doing here?” she asked worriedly as she dashed over to her.
Mrs. Norris was looking through trash for food. | Source: Shutterstock
With tears in her eyes, the older woman stared at her. “Abbie? Forgive me for what I did, sweetheart,” she pleaded, bursting into tears. “Please forgive me! I’m starving! I haven’t eaten in days….” She fell at Abbie’s feet and wouldn’t stop crying.
Abbie never liked Susan, but she wasn’t so heartless that she would leave her like that on the streets. So she took a day off from work and accompanied the older woman to a restaurant.
As Susan finished eating, Abbie gently asked, “Susan, how did you end up like this? Where’s Jonathan?”
“All I can say is I paid for my sins, sweetheart,” she sighed, teary-eyed. “I lost everything I had. My Jonathan is no longer with me. He left me alone, and I was so miserable after that….”
Susan wouldn’t stop crying as she revealed that Jonathan was returning home from work one day when he was attacked and robbed by some hooligans. He tried to fight back, but he eventually succumbed to the injuries and died before reaching the hospital.
Jonathan’s death left Mrs. Norris miserable. | Source: Pexels
After the terrible accident, Susan almost lost her mind. Every night, she would sit for hours on her son’s bed, clutching his things and crying. She didn’t want to do anything or interact with anyone. She eventually gave up on life and began roaming the streets.
“I still have the house, but it’s so empty without him. It comes back to bite me when I go back there. I don’t want to be there. I want to run away from all the bad memories…All the bad things I did to you, oh, I regret them so much. Will you please forgive me? I beg of you!” she pleaded, trembling.
Seeing Susan’s dreadful situation, Abbie knew she had already had her fair share of suffering for her wrongdoings, so softening her heart for the older woman, she decided to let go of the past and forgive her.
“It’s all right, Susan,” she said. “I don’t have anything against you or Jonathan. In fact, I’m happy I went on with my life because I now have a beautiful husband and two wonderful children.”
Susan was surprised. “You remarried?”
Abbie was happy with her married life. | Source: Pexels
“Yes! And I am very happy with my life now,” Abbie replied, smiling.
Susan felt a tinge of jealousy, and she dropped her head in shame. But Abbie forgave her and decided to help her out, so Abbie started visiting her home and helping her around the house once in a while.
She also told Edward everything, and he was very sympathetic and supportive. Leaving the horrific past behind them, they now often invite Susan to their home and spend time with her so that she does not feel alone.
What can we learn from this story?
- One day, everyone pays the price for their wrongdoings. Susan ruined Abbie and Jonathan’s relationship and paid the price for it when she found herself all alone.
- Good things always happen to good people. Though Abbie’s divorce from Jonathan was devastating, it ultimately resulted in a much happier life for her and Timothy.
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