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

Jack didn’t even notice the way I said it. He just grunted and walked into the bathroom.

By the time I left for my child’s school event, the house was clean and quiet.

I sat in the auditorium, half-listening to the principal talk about the importance of school spirit, when my phone started vibrating violently in my pocket. I pulled it out and grinned.

IN-LAWS.

I left the room, sat on a bench, and answered, putting on my sweetest voice. “Hello?”

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!” Diane screeched.

I held the phone away from my ear and smiled. “Sorry, what was that?”

“You locked us out!” she shrieked. “We can’t get inside! We have our bags! Where is Jack?!”

Jack’s voice came next, angry and sharp. “Emily, open the damn door!”

I leaned back, crossing my legs. “Oh, Jack. You didn’t think this through, did you?”

Silence.

Then Harold. “You ungrateful little—”

“Ah, ah, ah,” I cut him off. “Let me make something very clear.”

I took a deep breath, savoring the moment.

“This is my house. I paid for it. Not Jack. Not you. Me. And I’m done being treated like a walking ATM.”

Jack’s voice came through, desperate now. “Emily, come on. Let’s talk about this.”

“Oh, we will talk,” I said. “In court.”

Diane gasped. “Court?! You’re divorcing him?! Over this?!”

I laughed. “No, Diane. I’m divorcing him because I’m tired of working myself to death while he sits on his ass. I’m tired of his family thinking they can walk all over me. I’m done.”

Jack tried one last time. “Emily, please. We can fix this.”

I smiled. “Jack, your stuff is in the garage. Come get it. But you’re not coming back inside as my husband.”

His mother was losing her mind now. “You can’t do this! You’re his wife!”

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