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A Hilarious Tale About My Mother-in-Law: She Invited Us to Dinner, Fully Aware That After Work I Couldn’t Even Manage to Open the Door on My Own

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My mother-in-law is quite the lady… In fact, I could easily wrap up the whole story with that line alone, as it expresses the heart of my frustration, but for the sake of clarity, I’ll carry on. Every evening, after a long day at work, Id come home absolutely shattered and collapse onto the sofa. Imagine how little, in such moments, I felt like getting up to cook a meal for my fiancé.

One evening, as I walked in, I overheard my husband talking on the phone. Hed only just started his conversation, it seemed:

Yes. Hi, Mum Yes No, not yet, I havent eaten! Shes just walked through the door shell make something when she feels like it. Yes, of course Im hungry, I only had breakfast today. Ill survive, Mum, hunger isnt the end of the world. So… are you inviting me round?

I was so riled up, I couldn’t even say a word while he was on the phone. I just sat there, fists clenched in my lap. After hanging up, he turned to me with the most innocent grin, bouncing about: “Mum’s inviting us round for dinner,” and proceeded to list off all the wonderful dishes she sometimes made for supper. I wanted to say exactly what I thought about my mother-in-law right then and thereand as a side dish, deliver a lecture about, Why cant you eat just before bed? But… Instead, I brushed myself off, put on a bit of makeup, and we headed round for dinner.

But that was the last straw for me, and not long after, we went our separate ways. Now, Im married for the second time. We both work, were both absolutely knackered, so we’ve taken to cooking in turns. Because of that, theres true peace and harmony at home these days.

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