I am 26 and my husband is 27. We’ve been married for 2 years.
4 months ago, we moved in to our own house. It’s a spacious home, and my in-laws helped us buy it by loaning us 80% of the money.
But ever since we moved, my husband’s family of 8 comes to lunch every Sunday. They say that the house is big and could fit us all. I cook for them, clean and do the dishes. Not once has anyone stepped into the kitchen to help.
The other day, I told my husband I’d had enough. His response was, “They got us the house—this is your thank you?”
That left me speechless.
That Sunday, when they came, I was all smiles. I even made their favorite dish.
But without telling anyone, I had prepared a scene to turn their perfect Sunday getaway into a memory they would not forget.
Once they all ate, I got up and revealed that the kitchen was a mess and cleaning it was on them. They froze, not knowing how to react—until they stepped inside.
What they found was chaos: I had smashed the dishes, opened cans, bottles, bags of flour and rice, and scattered everything across the floor. Tomato sauce covered the walls. The kitchen looked like a scene from a horror movie.
I turned to them and said, “Since you feel like this house is yours, then cleaning it is on you, not me.”
I had already packed my bags. I told my husband I needed space before I left.
That night, he called me in a rage. He said what I did was horrendous, that I embarrassed him in front of his family.
The truth is, I just wanted to teach him a lesson—because he wouldn’t listen any other way. Did I go too far?
Source: brightside.me