My MIL Started Sticking Passive-Aggressive Notes for Me All Over the House While She Was ‘Temporarily’ Living With Us

“Oh, I see! Ever since she came into your life, you’ve changed! You used to be such a good boy. Now look at you, letting your wife turn you against your own blood!”

“No one turned me,” Jason said. “You did that all on your own. Pack up.”

She stared at him, blinking rapidly like she might cry, but nothing came. Her cheeks flushed deep red. She started packing up her things while mumbling about how “no woman comes before a mother” and how “one day you’ll regret this.”

But when she realized her son wasn’t stopping her from leaving or backing down, she finally snapped her handbag over her shoulder. Of course, my MIL gave her suitcase a dramatic yank before heading to the door.

When the Uber, which Jason had pre-booked that morning, pulled up, Linda didn’t say goodbye.

Not to him or me.

She just gave us one long, cold look, like she was trying to freeze us from the inside out.

But we weren’t frozen; we were relieved!

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