When Alex and I bought our first home, it was a dream made possible by my parents, who covered most of the down payment. After three happy months settling in, we hosted a housewarming party to celebrate.
Everything was perfect until my mother-in-law, Barbara, stood to give a toast. Smiling sweetly, she praised our new apartment before suggesting it should actually belong to my sister-in-law, Katie. Her plan? Alex and I should move into my parents’ spare room until they paid for another house, leaving this one to Katie.