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

Harold scoffed. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t act surprised. Didn’t Jack tell you? In our family, the youngest son buys a house, and the parents move in. That’s just how it works.”

My stomach dropped. “Excuse me?”

Diane waved a hand. “We’ll take the master bedroom, of course. We need the space.”

“The—what?” My voice came out strangled.

She kept going like she hadn’t just flipped my world upside down. “We’ll need to repaint. This color is awful. And a bigger fridge — too many people in the house now.”

I looked at Jack, waiting for him to shut this down. He didn’t.

Instead, he shrugged. “Yeah, babe. That’s just how we do things. Stop making a fuss. It’s the rules.”

The rules. The rules?!

I wanted to scream, to flip the dining table over and watch the candles crash to the floor. But I didn’t. I took a deep breath, smiled, and nodded.

“Oh,” I said. “Of course.”

Diane beamed. “See? I told you she’d understand.”

I looked at Jack. He wasn’t paying attention. His mother had spoken, so in his mind, the discussion was over.

But it wasn’t. While they were making plans for my house, I was making my own plans, and they wouldn’t see it coming.

That night, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling.

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