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Aug 3, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories My Mother-in-Law Stole My Precious Collection — And My Marriage Destroyed | Storytime Stateside I never thought a phone could start a war — but it did. My mother-in-law’s selfishness went from bad to worse when she broke into my home and stole my decade-long collection of vintage skeleton keys. What followed shattered my marriage, tore apart my life, and left me questioning everything. This is the story of betrayal, broken trust, and finally taking a stand — even when it costs everything. If you’ve ever felt trapped by toxic family drama or struggled to protect what’s yours, this story is for you. Timestamps: 0:00 - The Phone Incident 2:15 - The Theft and Police Involvement 5:40 - Marriage Falls Apart 8:55 - The Fallout and Final Break If you’ve faced toxic in-laws or relationship struggles, share your story in the comments.
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0:00
The first sign was the phone.
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My mother-in-law, a woman whose sense of
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entitlement was as vast as her disregard
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for personal boundaries, decided she
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needed a new one.
0:11
Her old phone was 2 years old and out of
0:13
date. A personal crisis that in her mind
0:16
was my problem to solve. When I refused,
0:20
she threw a tantrum straight out of a
0:22
toddler's playbook, pounding her fists
0:24
on the floor. I stood my ground. With a
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final venomous glare, she stormed out,
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but not before screaming, "I'll be
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getting the phone now." It was a threat
0:35
I should have taken more seriously. My
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passion, my refuge was a collection of
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vintage skeleton keys. For 10 years, I'd
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scoured antique shops, estate sales, and
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dusty flea markets to build it. Each key
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had a story, a history I cherished. They
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were stored in a locked display cabinet,
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a quiet monument to my decadel long
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obsession.
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One day, I came home to find the cabinet
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door pried open, the lock mangled, and
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every last key gone. The security camera
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footage showed the culprit. My
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mother-in-law, armed with a crowbar, a
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look of grim determination on her face.
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I called her immediately, my voice
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shaking with fury. She answered, her
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tone smug.
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I already sold them," she chirped. "At a
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pawn shop. You should have just bought
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me the phone." The sheer audacity of her
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actions, her complete lack of remorse,
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was a gut punch.
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My wife, bless her, seemed to understand
1:35
at first. She saw the rage in my eyes
1:38
and the destruction in the living room.
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But the moment I said I was going to the
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police, she changed.
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"Just drop it," she begged, her voice
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rising with every word. Start a new
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collection. Those keys are
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irreplaceable, I insisted, my voice
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tight with a pain she refused to see. 10
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years of my life are gone. She kept
2:01
pushing, kept trying to convince me to
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just let it go. My wife, in a moment of
2:07
baffling loyalty, had given her mother a
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key to our home when we moved in. It was
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a unilateral decision, one of many she'd
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made without me. I knew then that I
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couldn't back down. This wasn't just
2:19
about the keys. It was about a decade of
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being walked all over by a woman who saw
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me as an ATM and a wife who saw me as
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her mother's keeper. I called the
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non-emergency line. The police came and
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I had everything ready. The CCTV
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footage, documentation of my
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collection's value, and a damning series
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of texts from my mother-in-law. I had
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baited her, texting her to ask what pawn
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shop she'd used, hoping to get my keys
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back. She'd laughed, called me a
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pathetic son-in-law, and in a moment of
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pure, unadulterated hubris, gave me
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every detail I needed. The police,
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surprisingly, took the matter seriously.
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They arrested her, then went to the pawn
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shop to retrieve my collection. A few
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days later, the keys were back in my
3:05
hands, a silent testament to a theft
3:08
that had shattered my marriage. I had a
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new, more secure place for them now, a
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place no one could ever get to. The pawn
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shop had been more than happy to hand
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over the collection, which my
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mother-in-law had sold for a poultry
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$300, a pittance compared to its true
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value. The owner said he'd believed her
3:27
story about them belonging to her
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deceased husband. The truth, of course,
3:31
was that her ex-husband had divorced her
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15 years ago. She lived off social
3:35
security and food stamps, but a life of
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frugality was foreign to her. She was a
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woman who overspent, and my wife was
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always there to pick up the slack. When
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my wife came home, the fighting began in
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earnest. She was furious that I'd had
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her mother arrested, but I was done. I
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told her I was changing the locks and
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that her mother was no longer welcome in
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our home. I gave her an ultimatum,
4:00
marriage counseling, or I was talking to
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a lawyer about separation.
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I expected her to beg, to plead, to
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promise to change. Instead, she called
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me horrible, packed a suitcase, and
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left. She looked back, waiting for me to
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call her back, to say the words that
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would make her stay. I didn't. I just
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sat on the couch and watched her go. The
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next morning, she texted me, demanding I
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transfer her the money for her mother's
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bail.
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You're the one who had her arrested, she
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said. You pay for it. When I refused,
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her response was a sarcastic, "Wow,
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Zia." A gut feeling led me to check our
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joint bank account. She'd taken out a
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large sum of money. I called the pawn
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shop. The owner confirmed she'd paid him
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back the $300, a move meant to cover her
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mother's tracks. He was furious and told
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me to never darken his doorstep again. I
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understood. He was caught in the middle
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of a war he wanted no part of. That
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evening, I found my wife at a cheap
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motel. She looked shocked to see me. I
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confronted her about the money she'd
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taken. "Since you refused to pay her
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bail," she said with a smug grin. "I got
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the money another way." "That's your
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karma." She slammed the door in my face.
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A petty, childish act that finally made
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me understand. This wasn't a woman I
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could spend my life with. She hadn't
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wanted a husband. She'd wanted an
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insurance plan. The next day, I changed
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the locks on the house and took all of
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my money out of our joint account,
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leaving just enough to keep it open. I'd
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already consulted with a couple of
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divorce lawyers and had chosen one who
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seemed to genuinely care about my case.
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I was going to have the divorce papers
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served soon. My wife and her thieving,
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hoarder mom could have each other. It
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was over.
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I wasn't going to be number two in my
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own marriage anymore.
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My divorce lawyer was a force of nature,
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a mean, non-nonsense woman who got the
6:00
ball rolling as soon as she heard my
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story. The cost would be significant,
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but I didn't care. I'd rebuild my
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savings as a free man. After my wife was
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served at her job, a move I knew would
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embarrass her, she came home in a tear,
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puffy cheicked rage. She hadn't taken my
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threats of divorce seriously until the
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papers were in her hands. You can't do
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this," she screamed. But I was done with
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her empty protests. I told her I had
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learned a valuable lesson online.
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When people show you who they really
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are, believe them. She had shown me she
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was an entitled mama's girl, and that
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wasn't the woman I had married.
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She started screaming that she wasn't a
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gold digger, and I hit back with a
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question I knew she couldn't answer.
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Would she have stayed with me if I had
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done all the same things to her?
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She couldn't answer. She just deflected
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as usual. I told her I wasn't renewing
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the lease with her. She could have the
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house to move her mother in once I was
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gone. That's when the real water works
7:00
started. She accused me of destroying
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our family. "What family?" I asked, my
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voice cold. "We have no kids, and your
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mother is more important to you than I
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am."
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I walked away, leaving her to sob loudly
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in the living room.
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Now she gives me the silent treatment,
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which to her fury, I'm actually
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enjoying.
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As an added bonus, I'd already warned
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our landlord about her plan to move her
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hoarder mother in. He thanked me for the
7:29
heads up and promised he wouldn't let
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her renew the lease.
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I'd also taken the advice of a friend
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and completely removed my name from our
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joint bank account, severing the last
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financial tie between us. The divorce
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was happening and there was no turning
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back. A week of the silent treatment was
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all my wife could manage. She switched
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tactics, launching into a full-scale
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lovebombing campaign.
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She tried to make me dinner, a burned
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offering of overcooked hamburgers and an
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open bottle of beer. I refused to touch
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it, telling her I couldn't trust her
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anymore. "It's not like I cheated on
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you," she cried. "You may as well have,"
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I retorted. Your mother was always more
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important.
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She begged for another chance for
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counseling for me to stop the divorce. I
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told her it was too late. She then tried
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to initiate intimacy, walking around the
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house in lingerie in a lacy apron. All
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the things she hadn't done for me since
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our honeymoon. I stonewalled her, my
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heart and mind a fortress she couldn't
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breach.
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When she finally broke down, asking, "Am
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I not good enough?" I said, "You used to
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be." With that, she left me alone to hit
8:42
the bottle, ultimately vomiting in the
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kitchen. I locked my door at night and
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installed a hidden camera. I was
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counting the days until I could move
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into my new apartment, a cheap
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one-bedroom that I could walk to work
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from, a place far away from her and her
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chaos. I didn't care where she ended up.
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I just wanted to be free. Then she told
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me about her mother's hoarding, how she
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was going to move her in while I was at
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work.
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It was another unilateral decision, a
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threat to our home and my sanity. I blew
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up, telling her I was done with her
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disrespect and her constant enabling.
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Your mother will not be living here, I
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said. And if you try, I'll throw all her
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stuff out on the lawn. She stormed off
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and I started packing her things into
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the spare room, putting a new lock on
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the master bedroom door. A few months
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ago, in a moment of rage, I had
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anonymously reported my mother-in-law to
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the fire marshal for her hoarding.
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I had forgotten about it until my wife
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came home screaming that I was a
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horrible person because her mother's
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house was being inspected. It was a
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dangerous mess, a fire hazard riddled
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with rats and mold.
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I reminded my wife that her enabling was
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what had led to this. I was done sucking
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it all up. My mother-in-law naturally
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demanded my wife pay for the cleanup,
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but my wife couldn't afford it. The old
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woman went into a rage, physically
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attacking my wife. In the middle of the
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attack, my mother-in-law had a heart
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attack and died. My wife came home with
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a police officer screaming that it was
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all my fault. I was racked with guilt. I
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hadn't wanted her to die. I just wanted
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her to stop ruining my life. I took time
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off work, drowning in guilt and stress
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migraines. My wife, in her grief, went
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crazy in the bathroom, then emerged
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angry and calm, and told me to clean up
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the mess. She packed her bags and left
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again.
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My friends all told me it wasn't my
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fault, that her mother was a time bomb
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waiting to go off. I know they're right,
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but the guilt still eats at me. What's
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done is done. I have to live with it.
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