“My husband invited his mom on our vacation — when we arrived, she handed me a list of duties I was supposed to do because I “”HADN’T EARNED A BREAK,”” so I taught her a lesson.
“My husband invited his mom on our vacation — when we arrived, she handed me a list of duties I was supposed to do because I “”HADN’T EARNED A BREAK,”” so I taught her a lesson.
My husband and I have 3 young children, and we hadn’t been on a vacation in a long time. Finally, this summer, my husband, Martin, said we were flying to the ocean.
I’d never seen the ocean before.
But then Martin told me he’d bought one more ticket for his mother, Clara.
I asked:
“”Honey, wasn’t this trip supposed to be for our family?””
He said:
“”Yeah, but Mom called and said she wanted to come on vacation with us too. Well, I couldn’t say no to her…””
Clara had always interfered in our marriage. She constantly came over and told me how to arrange the pots in my kitchen, how to make sauce, how to iron Martin’s shirts, and so on.
Clara often said I was NOT a good enough wife for her son.
Every time, I tried to keep the peace.
But when we arrived at the hotel and went to the beach, she lay down on the lounge chair and handed me a piece of paper that said:
Your Vacation Duties:
6:30 — Get the children dressed.
7:00 — Bring coffee for me and Martin.
8:00 — Save lounge chairs for everyone.
10:00 — Watch the children in the water while Martin and I relax.
1:00 PM — Put the children down for their nap.
And a whole bunch of other things.
And my day ended like this:
9:00 PM — Put the children to bed so my son can relax in peace by himself.
The blood drained from my face.
I asked Clara if she was joking.
She smiled and said:
“”Sweetheart, Martin and I work very hard, so we’ve earned this vacation. You sit at home ALL DAY, so you HAVEN’T exactly earned this break.””
Taking care of three little children is just “”sitting at home?””
When I told Martin about it, he simply asked me not to make a scene so I wouldn’t UPSET his mother.
Well…
It was finally time to stand up for myself. I walked over to the front desk, spoke to the receptionist, and made a FEW changes to our vacation.
The very next day, she burst into my room and screamed:
“”HOW DARE YOU?””
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