I Caught MIL Doing My ‘Wifely Duties’ in Our Living Room – The Extreme Measure I Took Next Has Everyone Calling Me a Villain
Cheers.
Groans.
Arguments over referee calls.
Someone laughed so hard they snorted.
Meanwhile, I scrubbed roasting pans.
About 20 minutes later, Eli wandered in.
Relief washed over me.
Finally.
Maybe he’d decided to help.
Instead, he opened the refrigerator.
“You know where the sodas are?”
I looked at him.
“The ones directly in front of your face?”
He blinked.
“Oh.”
He grabbed two cans.
“Thanks, babe.”
Then he disappeared back into the living room.
I stood there holding the sponge, fighting tears. It wasn’t the dishes. I realized my husband had watched me drown all day and never thought to throw me a lifeline.
I finished loading the dishwasher, wiped my hands, and carried a tray of fresh drinks toward the living room.
The moment I stepped through the doorway, I stopped.
