I threw a plate of spaghetti on my mother-in-law’s head and threw out her friends on her birthday because I heard what they were saying.
It has been the most difficult year of my life. My husband and I couldn’t pay the rent after I lost my job. He was paying for everything by himself, but it quickly became apparent that we needed assistance. Consequently, we were forced to relocate to my mother-in-law’s flat. It was embarrassing for me, but I was powerless to stop it.
Living under the same house with her became a nightmare from the start. Everything about my cooking, cleaning, and even my speech annoyed her. And she would hurl the same line in my face if I ventured to disagree with her:
You can gather your belongings and depart if you don’t like it.
I refrained from speaking, but my rage was growing. And it wasn’t until recently that my patience finally gave out.
My mother-in-law’s birthday was that day. She wanted to show off her daughter-in-law’s culinary skills to her closest friends, so she insisted that I prepare supper. As usual, I chose not to make a scene. I made spaghetti Bolognese, spent the entire day in the kitchen, and purchased quality ingredients.
Everything went well at first when her pals showed up. They complimented my dish, laughed, and smiled. I even briefly considered the possibility that I was treating them too harshly. But I heard a whisper as soon as I entered the kitchen.
I went back to the living room after they finished speaking, picked up the spaghetti plate, and threw it as forcefully as I could against my mother-in-law’s head. Her pals laughed even more as she burst into tears.
I glared at them and yelled, uncontrollably angry:
— Well done, you poor creature! And you snakes, leave this house right away if you don’t want to remove the pasta from her head!
The friends averted their gazes, were silent, and hurried from the apartment.
Give me your advice, and I’ll tell you exactly what they said and why I behaved this way.
In a raspy voice, I overheard my mother-in-law say:
It’s not much longer. I’ve already made her life miserable, and my scheme will succeed.
Another acquaintance of hers added:
— Your kid is still loved by my daughter. She’s holding out for his divorce. He will soon forget about this wife, so don’t worry.
A second friend grinned:
— What in the event that the daughter-in-law becomes pregnant? A pregnant woman won’t be left alone by your kid. So, what are you going to do?
Hearing my mother-in-law say it herself, however, was the worst:
That isn’t an issue either; I’ve considered every possibility. I put tablets in her meal every day to prevent her from getting pregnant. My son shouldn’t risk his life for a woman who is so unworthy.
I was hit harder than a slap by those comments. I went back to the living room, picked up the spaghetti plate, and threw it as hard as I could onto my mother-in-law’s head.
My spouse and I packed up and departed the following day. We haven’t communicated with my mother-in-law since.
