My MIL Kept Bringing Her Towels and Sheets to Wash at My House – What I Found Out Left Me Speechless

My mother-in-law is obsessively organized, but when she started hauling her towels and sheets to wash at my house every week, something didn’t feel right. I was annoyed, and I knew she was hiding something. But what I discovered upon returning home early one day left me rattled.

I’m Claire, and at 29, I thought I had my mother-in-law Marlene all figured out. Four years of marriage to Evan taught me a lot, but nothing could have prepared me for what I discovered about his mother that day.

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A distressed woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney

First, let me tell you about Marlene. She’s always been… well, intense, is putting it mildly. She’s the type who shows up unannounced at your doorstep, armed with homemade lasagna and an endless supply of opinions about everything from how I fold my laundry to the way I organize my spice rack.

“Claire, dear,” she’d say, barging in with her signature apple pie, “I noticed your garden could use some attention. And while we’re at it, have you considered rearranging your living room furniture? The feng shui is all wrong.”

I gripped my knife tighter, counting to ten in my head as I chopped the carrots. I’d grown used to her surprise visits and constant criticism, but that didn’t make them easier to swallow.

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A senior woman frowning | Source: Midjourney

“Oh honey, is that what you’re making for dinner?” Marlene’s voice drifted from my kitchen, where she stood inspecting my half-chopped vegetables. “You know Evan prefers his carrots julienned, not diced.”

“The diced carrots are for the soup stock, Marlene,” I explained, my voice tight with forced patience.

“Well, if you’re making stock, you really should roast the vegetables first. Here, let me show you—”

“I’ve got it under control,” I interrupted, stepping between her and my cutting board. “Don’t you have plans with Patrick today?”

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An annoyed woman in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney

She fidgeted with her pearl necklace. “Oh, your father-in-law’s busy with his golf tournament. I thought I’d stop by and help you get organized. Your linen closet could use some attention.”

“My linen closet is fine,” I muttered, but she was already halfway down the hallway.

“Goodness, Claire!” she called out. “When was the last time you properly folded these sheets? The corners aren’t even aligned!”

It’s exhausting, but Evan adores her, so I’ve learned to bite my tongue and smile. After all, she’s his mother, and I’d rather keep the peace than start a war I can’t win.

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An annoyed senior woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

But things took a strange turn about two months ago. That’s when Marlene started showing up weekly with garbage bags full of towels and bed linens.

She’d breeze past me like it was perfectly normal, saying, “Oh, I thought I’d use your washer and dryer today. Mine aren’t working quite right anymore.”

Two weeks later, it started getting worse. I was sipping my morning coffee when the doorbell rang. There stood Marlene, clutching three large garbage bags loaded with dirty laundry.

“My washing machine’s acting up again,” she announced, pushing past me. “You wouldn’t mind if I used yours, would you, dear?”

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Three large garbage bags loaded with dirty laundry | Source: Midjourney

I blinked at her retreating form. “Your washing machine? The one you just bought six months ago? You said you were going to fix it, right?”

“Oh, you know how these modern appliances are,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “They make them so complicated these days.”

I watched her disappear into my laundry room, my coffee growing cold in my hands. Something felt off, but I couldn’t put my finger on what.

That night, I brought it up to Evan. “Don’t you think it’s weird? Your mom showing up with laundry every week?”

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An anxious woman sitting on the bed | Source: Midjourney

He barely looked up from his laptop. “Mom’s just being Mom. Remember when she reorganized our entire garage because she thought the holiday decorations were in the wrong boxes?”

“This feels different,” I insisted. “She seemed… nervous. Like she’s hiding something.”

“Claire,” he sighed, finally meeting my eyes. “Can we have one evening without analyzing my mother’s every move? It’s just laundry. She’s always welcome to use our washing machine. Maybe she’ll stop once she gets hers fixed.”

But it didn’t stop.

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A man holding his head | Source: Midjourney

Every week, like clockwork, Marlene would appear with her bags of laundry. Sometimes, she’d wait until I got home, and other times, she’d use her emergency key — the one we’d given her for actual emergencies, not impromptu laundry sessions.

“Found more sheets that need washing?” I asked one Wednesday, trying to keep the edge out of my voice.

“Just a few things,” she replied, hurrying past me. Her hands were trembling as she loaded the washer.

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A smiling senior woman standing near a washing machine | Source: Midjourney

I called Evan at work, my frustration boiling over. “Your mother’s here again. Third time this week.”

“I’m in the middle of a meeting, Claire.”

“She’s acting weird, Evan. Really weird. I think something’s going on.”

“The only thing going on is you turning this into a bigger deal than it needs to be,” he snapped. “I need to go.”

I was deeply concerned by Marlene’s erratic behavior.

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A suspicious woman in a laundry room | Source: Midjourney

The truth finally surfaced on a fateful Friday that week. I’d left work early, hoping to surprise Evan with a home-cooked meal. Instead, I was the one surprised when I saw Marlene’s car in our driveway.

The washing machine’s hum guided me to the laundry room as I quietly entered the house. She was frantically transferring wet linens from washer to dryer, her perfectly manicured nails catching on the fabric in her haste.

“Marlene?”

“Claire! I… I didn’t expect you home so early!” She screamed, spinning around.

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A senior woman gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney

“Clearly,” I said, taking in the scene. That’s when I saw a pillowcase with distinct rusty red stains. My stomach lurched. “What is that?”

“Nothing!” She reached for it, but I was faster.

“Is this BLOOD?” My voice shook. “Marlene, what’s going on?”

“It’s not what you think,” she whispered, her face draining of color.

My hands trembled as I reached for my phone. “Tell me the truth right now, or I’m calling the police.”

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A suspicious woman holding a smartphone | Source: Midjourney

“No!” She lunged for my phone. “Please, I can explain!”

“Then explain! Because from where I’m standing, this looks really fishy.”

“I’ve been…” She sank onto the dryer, her shoulders slumping. “I’ve been helping injured animals.”

Of all the scenarios I’d imagined, this wasn’t one of them. “WHAT?”

“Strays,” she continued, tears welling up in her eyes. “I find them at night… cats, dogs, even a baby raccoon once. I wrap them in towels and take them to the emergency vet. Last night, I found a little puppy. He was curled up near a dumpster. Poor thing was hurt.”

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An emotional senior woman with her eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney

I sat down on a chair, trying to process this revelation. “But why all the secrecy?”

“Patrick,” she said, twisting her wedding ring. “He’s severely allergic to animal fur. If he knew I was bringing strays into our garage…” She shuddered. “Last year, I tried to help an injured cat. He was so angry and threatened to cancel our joint credit card. Said I was wasting money on ‘worthless creatures.’”

“So you’ve been secretly saving animals and washing the evidence at OUR house?”

She nodded miserably. “Last week, I found a dog with a broken leg behind the supermarket. The week before, it was a cat trapped in a storm drain. I couldn’t just leave them there, Claire. I couldn’t. Those poor things.”

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A compassionate senior woman holding a tabby cat | Source: Midjourney

“How many animals have you helped?”

“Over 71 since January,” she whispered. “All of them found homes, except for the ones that were too far gone to save.” Her voice cracked on the last words.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I gently squeezed her hand.

“Everyone already thinks I’m controlling and obsessive,” she wiped her eyes with a damp tissue. “I didn’t want to give them another reason to judge me.”

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An emotional senior woman wiping her tears | Source: Midjourney

“Judge you? Marlene, this is amazing.”

Her eyes lit up. “Really? You don’t think I’m crazy?”

“I think you’re brave,” I said, surprised by how much I meant it. “And I want to help you.”

“You do?”

“Of course. But no more sneaking around. We’ll do this together, okay?”

She hugged me then, something she’d never done before. “Thank you, Claire. You don’t know what this means to me.”

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A young woman smiling warmly | Source: Midjourney

That evening, after helping Marlene fold her now-clean linens, I heard Evan’s key in the lock. I quickly wiped away the tears we’d shed while she told me stories about all the animals she’d saved.

“Everything okay?” he asked, noticing the laundry basket. “Mom’s washing machine still broken?”

I thought about the kitten Marlene had described finding last evening, barely alive in a dumpster. About how she’d stayed up all night feeding it with an eyedropper. About this whole other side to the woman I’d misjudged for so long.

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A man in a room | Source: Midjourney

“Actually,” I smiled, “I think her washing machine’s not gonna work for quite some time. She can feel free to use ours. I don’t mind!”

“Really? I thought you were—”

“Let’s just say your mom has her reasons,” I said, thinking of our new shared secret. “And they’re better than I could’ve ever imagined.”

I left that conversation with a new understanding of the woman I’d thought I knew. And while our relationship would never be perfect, I learned that sometimes the most beautiful truths hide in the most unexpected places… even in a pile of crimson-stained laundry.

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A cheerful woman holding folded laundry | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

Joan Collins Turns 91: Photos of Her Transforming Appearance through the Years

Her childhood was unconventional as she grew up during the Blitz period. Years later, Joan thought it would be great to do a film about growing up with her sister during this era but her dream hasn’t come to fruition.

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Even so, the actress said that as the war continued, she was just a child, unaware of the bombings. She would collect fragments of debris from the streets and store them in her cigar box each evening.

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She narrated, “We would draw silly pictures of Hitler. We were evacuated 10 or 12 times. We would be in the tube stations, and people would be playing their harmonicas and singing.”

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Despite the chaos, Joan Collins, who deeply loved her Anglican Briton mother, realized that she did not want to live the same life her mom lived. “Mummy was the 1950s housewife, very sweet and very docile,” she explained.
The actress had previously said that her mom, who died at the age of 52, died very young because she never spoke back to her husband.

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oan also shared that “My father never held back. I saw him as a figure to look up to more than my mother. I loved her to death but I considered her to be weak and I hated all the clothes she wore.”
The actress’s mother consistently wore girdles, suspenders, stockings, tight bras, underpinnings, and corsets, which Joan disliked.

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Joan, who took great care in her appearance, was voted the most beautiful girl in England by a photographers’ association when she was 18. The newspapers asked her dad what he thought about her daughter’s position, he replied, “I’m amazed. She’s a nice-enough-looking girl. Nothing special.”

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At this point, Joan had departed from the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art (RADA), developed a passion for French existentialism, admired the singer Juliette Gréco, and dreamed of becoming a celebrated stage actress.

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The focus on her appearance was even more as her film career progressed. Joan disclosed that in Hollywood, she faced daily verbal abuse.
She recounted how the makeup department gave her cruel nicknames, such as “Moonface” due to her baby fat and “Scrawny Legs” because of her thin legs. She remembered the department as a large group of women who were particularly harsh and unkind to her.

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In 1955, when Joan was 22, she was cast in the biopic about Evelyn Nesbit “The Girl in the Red Velvet Swing.” Evelyn was considered the most beautiful girl in New York and Joan was to play her.

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So, one day, Joan who was still in the Juliette Gréco character and thus had no makeup and was in jeans with scruffy hair, ran into her director Richard Fleischer. Richard told her, “Oh my God, I cannot look at you – you are so ugly. You cannot go around like that – put some makeup on, get your hair done, get a proper dress.”

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Just like her career, Joan’s personal life also had its ups and downs. When she was 17, still a virgin, the actress went on a date with actor Maxwell Reed, aged 31. He spiked her rum and coke and raped her.

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“I was 17, but I was the equivalent mentally of 12. We did not have sex education,” she noted. Shockingly, Maxwell became the actress’s first husband. When asked why she chose to marry her rapist, she answered, “Because I come from a generation where if you’re going to have sex, you get married.”

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However, when Joan learned that Maxwell wanted to give her to older men for $12,710 a night as long as he could watch, she stood up for herself. After four years of marriage, the two divorced.

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In her 20s, Joan lived with several men, including Sydney Chaplin and Arthur Loew Jr. She also had an affair with a married man who was eight years her senior. As much as the man was handsome, witty, and fascinating, Joan said the affair was utter hell and she never engaged in one again.

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Hollywood men, including directors, also went after Joan. In her autobiography, “Behind the Shoulder Pads,” the actress revealed that she was offered the role of Cleopatra in Joseph L. Mankiewicz’s film on the condition that she got along well with Buddy Adler, the head of Fox, and the chairman of the board.

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Joan, who was disgusted by how directors and producers, who were old men, took advantage of young actresses said no as she never wanted to be a part of that. The Cleopatra role was given to Elizabeth Taylor.

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In the memoir, Joan also wrote about having an abortion when she got pregnant at 26 with her fiancé, Beatty, a 23-year-old aspiring actor. Beatty convinced Joan to abort the baby because it would derail their career. Years later, she agreed with him, noting that if he had a baby, she would have had to say goodbye to her acting career.

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Joan went on to have three kids. She had her first two, Tara and Alexander with her second husband, Anthony Newley. Her last child, Katyana, is with her second husband Ron Kass.

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The actress’s third husband was Peter Holm and she is now married to Percy Gibson. Joan announced that she was engaged to Percy in December 2001 and then the pair got married in 2002 at Claridge’s Hotel in London, in front of 175 guests.
The lovebirds, who have been together for over two decades, met when Joan was featured in a touring production of the play “Love Letters” in the US. The Peruvian-born theatre manager also helped Joan edit her novel “Star Quality.”

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Many people talked when Joan and Percy Gibson got married because he is 32 years younger than her. Joan was asked to comment on their age difference and she said, “Well, if he dies, he dies.”
In 2023, Joan gushed about her marriage saying that she had found the right man in her current husband, “Oh yes, Percy and I have been married for 21 years and it’s just marvelous.”

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Now, Joan is in her 90s but she still has the youthful charm and grace in her presence. When asked if she has had cosmetic procedures done, the actress simply said with a shrug, “If people want to think I’ve had surgery, then…”

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Joan added, “You can tell [I haven’t] because I have lines and jowls. When I see women around my age I think: ‘Oh, really? My gosh, I look quite a bit…’ I think I look pretty good!”
The movie star is also needle-phobic and just couldn’t bring herself to have cosmetic work done on her. She attributes her good look, perfect complexion, and youthfulness to staying out of the sun.
She added that her mom taught her to moisturize her skin and use night cream, something she also taught her daughters. Joan’s lovely appearance still amazes her fans.

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In April 2024, Joan enjoyed a fun photoshoot for the New York Times Fashion and Style section. She looked radiant in a white cardigan paired with an off-white cap and black trousers.

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A fan, amazed by her look, said, “You are simply iconic, dear one, and stunning ♥️♥️.” Another admirer commented, “You always look so beautiful♥️.”
When she turned 90 in 2023, a fan shared a picture of Joan taken on the streets. The actress was in a modest flower dress styled with a white coat, a sun hat, and sunglasses. The fan captioned the post, “Happiest of birthdays to Dame Joan Collins, who turns 90 but easily looks at least 20 years younger.”

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At 91, Joan Collins is content with both her personal and professional life. Retirement isn’t on her agenda, as she plans to continue working because of her passion for it.
She acknowledged that performing her one-woman show and staying in a different hotel each night was exhausting, but the enthusiastic audiences and her love for her work made it a rewarding experience.

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