When my mother-in-law gave us her old house, I thought she was finally being kind. My husband and I spent months fixing it up with all our savings. But just as we were ready to enjoy it, she made a shocking demand.
I had always thought mothers loved their sons more than daughters, but I was wrong. Growing up, my parents treated my sister and me equally. So when I met John’s mother, Constance, I was unprepared for what I saw.
John and I were living with my parents while saving for a house. We asked Constance if we could stay with her, but she refused, saying it was John’s responsibility to provide for us.
Eventually, Constance called me with a surprise. She showed us an old, neglected house that once belonged to her father. She suggested we fix it up instead of buying a new one. We agreed, hoping to save money for a future home.
Months passed as we worked tirelessly on the house, fixing every problem, but our savings quickly dwindled. Then, after we finally finished, Constance came over during a housewarming and told me her daughter, Lisa, was pregnant and needed the house. She expected us to hand it over.
Furious, I confronted Constance, but she insisted that John and I could buy another house. We spent all our savings and worked hard on this one—this wasn’t fair.
After a week of ignoring John’s calls, we moved out, handed Constance the keys, and emptied the house. The next day, Constance stormed in, furious. But the house was empty, just as it had been when she gave it to us.
Finally, John and I were free. That evening, my parents surprised us with money to help us buy a new home. Grateful, we embraced them, thankful for their kindness and support.