I Bought My Dream Home – Then My Husband’s Family Decided to Move In Without Asking

Jack didn’t even pretend to be excited.

“Cool,” he said, barely looking up from his phone. “When’s dinner?”

I should have known then, but I was too happy to care.

The day of the housewarming, I woke up feeling light. For the first time in years, I wasn’t weighed down by stress.

The house smelled like fresh paint and vanilla candles. I had spent the morning arranging snacks, placing flowers on the dining table, and making sure everything looked perfect.

This was the start of something new. A fresh beginning. Then the doorbell rang.

Jack’s parents. Uninvited.

His mother, Diane, walked in first, looking around like she was inspecting a hotel room.

“Finally,” she said, sighing dramatically. “Took you long enough to buy a real house. That apartment was suffocating.”

I forced a smile. “Nice to see you too.”

His father, Harold, grunted. “Not bad.” He knocked on the wall like he was testing for termites. “Hope you didn’t overpay.”

Jack sat on the couch, barely acknowledging them. I was used to it. Jack only got involved when he had to.

I was about to offer drinks when Diane clapped her hands together.

“Well,” she said, turning to Harold, “should we take the bags in now or after dinner?”

I frowned. “What?”

She blinked at me like I was slow. “Our bags. Should we bring them in now?”

I stared at her. “Why would you be bringing in bags?”

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