When my mother-in-law, Linda, moved in “to help,” I didn’t expect to come home and find three young women folding laundry, flirting, and giving my husband a haircut. I wasn’t just exhausted — I was being replaced.
I was juggling kids, work, and a crumbling house, while Ross, my husband, hid behind an unpaid internship. Then Linda arrived, judging my skin tone and parenting skills, and brought along her “former students” — three glowing young women who quickly took over the household.
The final straw? Discovering Linda’s secret matchmaking chart for Ross, ranking these women as potential partners.
So I played her game — and raised the stakes.
The next day, I brought in my own helpers: three rugged, shirtless handymen. They fixed everything — the fence, the lawn, even Ross’s jealousy. When one casually told me I “hadn’t changed since high school,” Ross finally snapped.
After confronting Linda and kicking everyone out, Ross apologized. We laughed, made peace, and for the first time in a while, I breathed.
Oh — and I got that promotion. Turns out, I wasn’t the one being replaced. I was just leveling up.
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