After My Husband Died, My MIL Donated All My Furniture While I Was in the Hospital – Karma Didn’t Just Knock, It Kicked the Door Down

After my husband died in a car crash, I collapsed from grief and woke up in a hospital bed three days later. While I was there, my mother-in-law emptied my entire house. She called it “helping me move forward.” What she didn’t realize was that she’d just made the most expensive mistake of her life.

I still have trouble saying this out loud without my heart breaking, so I’m just writing it the way it comes. I’m 37 now, but this started a year ago when I thought my life had finally found its rhythm. I’d been married to Calder for nine years.

It wasn’t an Instagram-perfect fairy tale, but it was real. We fought about leaving dishes in the sink. We made up over Chinese takeout at midnight.

We had Sunday grocery trips and the same two coffee mugs every morning. Our house was filled with mismatched furniture we’d collected slowly because we couldn’t afford to buy everything new at once. A couch from a garage sale.

A dining table we’d sanded together one summer. It wasn’t much. But it was home.

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