We’ve been married for almost three years, and during that time, I’m exhausted. I worked from morning until night, shouldering the house, groceries, utilities, and all the expenses—and my husband never even tried to find a job. Before our wedding, he worked odd jobs.
But when we started living together, for some reason, he decided that I was now obligated to support him.
But the worst part was his mother. She believed her son was obligated to provide for her completely: gifts, clothes, medicine, trips, and any whims—all of this, she thought, should be at his expense.
And she didn’t care at all that “his expense” was my money, my salary, and my tears after yet another sleepless night. My husband regularly gave his mom the money I earned, bought her gifts, and wired her small change.
I kept quiet, endured, thinking that family was all about compromise, that relationships shouldn’t be ruined.
But lately they’d gone too far. My mother-in-law started texting me almost every day about what she needed: cosmetics, a new blouse, help with the mortgage. My husband constantly reminded me that “Mom should live well.” And me?
I was their wallet.
That day was my only day off. I could finally sleep.
I’d just closed my eyes when the bedroom door swung open. My husband roughly ripped the blanket off me, leaned over, and said in a tone as if I were his personal maid:
“Quickly, tell me your card PIN.
Mom’s at the store, she wants to buy a new phone.”
I lay there, barely understanding what was happening.
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