“I Had to Ask My Mother-in-Law to Leave Our Housewarming Party: My Husband Wasn’t Happy About What She Said”

Before Jeffrey and I got married, we had many discussions about where we would live. My parents owned a cozy two-bedroom apartment in the heart of the city, while his mother, Victoria, had a spacious three-bedroom house in the suburbs. We also considered renting our own place, but the costs were daunting. After much deliberation, it seemed most practical to move in with Victoria.

“This house is yours too,” Victoria assured us one evening over dinner. “You can live here as long as you need.” Her words seemed genuine, and Jeffrey and I felt relieved. We thought we had found the perfect solution to our housing dilemma.

However, things started to unravel soon after we moved in. Victoria’s initial warmth began to fade, replaced by subtle hints and passive-aggressive comments. She would often remind us of how much she was sacrificing for us to stay there. “I could have rented out this room for a good price,” she would say, or “I hope you appreciate how much I’m doing for you.”

Jeffrey tried to mediate, but it was clear that his mother’s words were taking a toll on him too. He would come home from work looking stressed and exhausted, and our once happy relationship began to strain under the weight of Victoria’s constant remarks.

The final straw came during our housewarming party. We had invited a few close friends and family members to celebrate our new living arrangement. The evening started off well enough; everyone was enjoying the food and drinks, and there was a general air of festivity.

But then Victoria decided to make a speech. She stood up, clinking her glass to get everyone’s attention. “I just want to say how happy I am to have Jeffrey and Nora living with me,” she began. “It’s not easy sharing my space, but I’m doing it out of love for my son.”

Her words stung, but I tried to brush them off. However, she didn’t stop there. “I hope you both realize how much I’m giving up for you,” she continued. “This house could have been rented out for a lot of money, but instead, I’m letting you stay here for free.”

The room fell silent. I could see the embarrassment on Jeffrey’s face, and I felt my own cheeks burning with anger and humiliation. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Victoria,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “I think it’s time for you to leave.”

She looked shocked, as did everyone else in the room. “Excuse me?” she said.

“You’ve made your point,” I replied. “But this is supposed to be a celebration, not a guilt trip.”

Victoria stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her. The party quickly fizzled out after that, with guests making awkward excuses to leave.

Jeffrey was furious with me. “How could you do that?” he demanded once everyone had gone. “She’s my mother!”

“I know,” I said, tears streaming down my face. “But I couldn’t stand it anymore. She’s been making us feel like freeloaders ever since we moved in.”

Our relationship has never been the same since that night. We eventually moved out and found a small apartment of our own, but the damage was done. Jeffrey and I argue more than ever, and there’s a palpable tension between us that wasn’t there before.

As for Victoria, she hasn’t spoken to me since the party. Jeffrey visits her occasionally, but their relationship is strained too.

In hindsight, maybe we should have just rented our own place from the start. It would have been tough financially, but at least we wouldn’t have had to deal with the emotional toll of living with Victoria.