“As a woman, you should wash yourself at least once a day,” my daughter-in-law told me during a family dinner. She had been living in my house for free for six months, and every evening she occupied our only shower for almost an hour and a half. I didn’t argue with her. I simply told my son where I actually took my showers… But after that, another truth about his wife came to light, and it left him speechless. 😨
I am sixty-two years old, and after my husband died, I lived quietly on my own for many years.
Six months ago, my son Daniel and his wife Laura asked if they could move in with me. They were having financial difficulties, so I allowed them to stay for free until they could save enough money.
The problems started almost immediately.
Every evening, Laura would lock herself in our only bathroom for more than an hour. Face masks, creams, hair, a hot shower… By the time she came out, there was no hot water left.
I stayed silent.
Three times a week, I went swimming on my doctor’s advice, and after swimming I always took a shower in the changing room. So, quite often, I didn’t shower at home anymore.
But one evening during dinner, Laura suddenly said:
— As a woman, you should wash yourself at least once a day. It’s unpleasant to see you come home from the pool and immediately start cooking.
My stomach tightened.
— Laura! — my son protested. — Why are you talking to Mom like that?
But she simply shrugged.
— Someone has to tell her the truth.
I slowly put down my fork.
— Fine. Then let’s tell the whole truth. I shower at the pool because every evening our only bathroom is occupied by you for more than an hour.
Laura immediately fell silent.
— But I’m not finished. Because this is nothing compared to what you need to know about your wife…
And when I told my son everything I knew about Laura, he looked at her and turned pale… 😨
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I took out my phone and placed it in front of my son.
— Remember how Laura said she was saving almost her entire salary for your future home?
Daniel nodded.
Then I showed him the messages I had accidentally seen a few days earlier on our shared tablet. Laura had forgotten to log out of her email.
The conversation made it clear that there was no account for their future home.
For almost six months, Laura had been transferring most of her money to her sister. But the worst part was something else.
In one of the messages, she had written:
“I’ll put up with it a little longer. We’re living here for free, his mother buys the food, so we can save quite a lot. When I have enough money, I’ll decide whether I even need this marriage.”
Daniel read the message several times.
— Is this true? — he quietly asked his wife.
Laura went pale.
First, she accused me of interfering in their lives, then she said she was simply helping her sister. But Daniel asked her to show him the bank account where their savings were supposedly kept.
That was when she confessed.
There was almost no money left.
All this time, my son had been working late, believing that they were saving together for their own home. And I was letting them live in my house for free, cooking for them and buying their groceries.
Daniel stood up from the table.
— So the problem all this time wasn’t how often Mom took a shower.
Laura said nothing.
A week later, she moved out of my house. As for their marriage, I let my son decide for himself what he wanted to do.
That evening, when we were alone, Daniel hugged me and quietly said:
— I’m sorry, Mom. I should have noticed sooner how she was treating you.
I didn’t want revenge against Laura. But that evening reminded me of one simple thing: before humiliating someone for their habits, you should make sure your own secrets won’t turn out to be much dirtier.
