I Caught My Ex-MIL Stealing My Shower Cabin and Ripping off Wallpaper Her ‘Son Had Glued’

After a problematic marriage, Kelly and Peter get divorced. But her ex-mother-in-law just doesn’t want to let things go. From ripping off wallpaper to stealing an entire shower cabin, Lorraine just keeps testing Kelly’s patience until reality hits, and Lorraine learns her own lesson.

I’m Kelly, and I’ve been divorced from my ex-husband, Peter, for about six months now. We were married for ten years, and while the marriage wasn’t perfect, it was my life.

Until I found out about his affair.

That was the last straw, and everything came crashing down. The divorce was messy and painful, and to top it off, I had to deal with his mother, Lorraine, who was a nightmare in human form.

A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

Lorraine never liked me. Even when we were married, she made it perfectly clear that I wasn’t good enough for her son.

“I’m just being honest with you, Kelly. Peter is used to a certain way of life since being with me. I’m his mother, and I taught him that perfection is the only option here. You’re… I mean. Let’s face it, doll. You’re far from perfect.”

When Peter and I split up, she went out of her way to help him get as much as he could from me. Money, property, some of my wedding jewelry, you name it. If it was valuable, she made sure that I lost it.

A woman's jewelry box | Source: Midjourney

A woman’s jewelry box | Source: Midjourney

I kept telling myself that once the divorce was over and Peter moved out, I’d finally have peace.

But the peace didn’t last.

One day, I came home from work early because I had a headache from staring at my laptop all day, and I was exhausted, ready to collapse, only to stop dead in my tracks in the hallway outside my apartment.

Sitting there, in the common corridor, was my shower cabin. It had a big, bold “Peter’s Property” sticker plastered across it as if I might somehow forget who it belonged to. My stomach sank.

A woman standing in the doorway | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in the doorway | Source: Midjourney

What the hell was going on?

When I stepped into my apartment, I was hit by a cloud of dust and ripped wallpaper. The walls were half-bare, and I heard a ripping sound coming from down the hallway. Turning the corner, I came face-to-face with Lorraine, my ex-mother-in-law, tearing the wallpaper right off my walls.

She muttered under her breath about how she didn’t want to leave any “traces” of Peter’s work.

A pile of ripped wallpaper | Source: Midjourney

A pile of ripped wallpaper | Source: Midjourney

“What the hell, Lorraine?” I demanded, pushing my way into the kitchen, the only place untouched by her hands.

Lorraine looked up at me, not even flinching.

“This is all his work,” she said with that haughty tone she’d perfected over the years. “He put up this wallpaper, so it’s his to take down. And the shower cabin, it’s coming with us too. We’re not leaving anything for you.”

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An angry older woman | Source: Midjourney

I was stunned. How low could they go? I’d already been drained emotionally by the divorce, and now this?

I felt helpless, watching her tear apart my home, muttering the whole time about how Peter “wasn’t leaving a single thing behind” for me. She was ripping wallpaper, unplugging light fixtures, and muttering about every single piece of the apartment that Peter had once touched.

“Lorraine,” I said. “Please, just stop. This is unfair…”

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

But she didn’t even look at me. She just kept on, pulling down wallpaper and yanking at the shower frame. I felt a familiar lump rising in my throat. I was tired, too tired to fight anymore, so I just slumped onto the couch feeling numb and defeated as I watched her continue her destruction.

The next day, just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, Lorraine stormed back into my apartment. This time, though, she wasn’t there to take anything; she was there for help.

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An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Kelly,” she cried, grabbing my arm with a desperation I’d never seen in her before. “You have to help me. Please. I’ll give you anything. Just… please help him.”

I blinked at her, confused.

“Help who? What are you talking about?”

“Peter!” she wailed, her voice breaking. “He’s in trouble. I don’t care what it takes. Please, you have to save him.”

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A crying older woman | Source: Midjourney

I pulled my arm free.

“Lorraine, what are you talking about?”

She looked at me, her eyes wide and pleading.

“Peter had an accident. A really terrible one. He was out drinking, and it was late. It’s really bad, Kelly. He’s hurt. Please, you have to help him.”

A car accident | Source: Midjourney

A car accident | Source: Midjourney

A pang shot through my chest. Peter, the man who had cheated, manipulated, and broken me, now needed my help?

A tiny voice in my head whispered that I should help him, that it was the right thing to do. But then the memories of all he’d done to me resurfaced — all the lies and manipulation.

He’d torn apart my life, and now he was paying the price.

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A man in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney

Wasn’t that fair? Wasn’t it poetic justice in a way?

I looked back at Lorraine, who was practically on her knees.

“I’m not saving Peter, Lorraine. He made his choices. He’s finally dealing with the consequences of his actions. It was his drinking that made things really unpleasant for us. It brought out the worst in him. And you want me to get involved again?”

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

Her face twisted with anger and her mouth set into a tight line.

“You’ll regret this, Kelly,” she hissed. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”

I crossed my arms and met her gaze.

“No, Lorraine, I think you’re the one who’ll regret it.”

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An angry woman | Source: Midjourney

The days that followed were filled with rumors. I heard bits and pieces about Peter’s accident, about how he’d been drinking, how he was lucky to be alive, apparently. But his recovery was rough. He was in debt, and things were piling up.

I felt a mix of relief and anger. Finally, Peter was facing something that he couldn’t charm his way out of. I decided to go to his place. I mean, I was done with Peter, but I wasn’t heartless. I just wanted to see what he looked like in the aftermath of it all.

“Come in,” he called as I knocked on the front door of Lorraine’s house.

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A woman standing on a porch | Source: Midjourney

At least she wasn’t home. I didn’t want to see the satisfaction on her face. To Lorraine, it would look like I wanted to help, as though I couldn’t help myself and couldn’t stay away from Peter.

“Kelly?” he enthusiastically said when he saw me.

“Peter,” I said, taking in the room.

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A man on a couch | Source: Midjourney

It was a far cry from the strict house that Lorraine usually kept. Instead, there were containers of Chinese food lying around, discarded bottles of water, chocolate wrappers, and dirty mugs. Peter had really taken Lorraine’s house and made it a mess.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he said, lying on the couch. “I need some help, Kelly. I need my hospital bills to be paid as soon as possible. Can you do it? Please? They’ll take my car!”

“Seriously, Peter?” I asked. “I just came to make sure that you were okay physically. I’m not about to sort your life out. I’m not spending a cent on you.”

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Mugs and bottles on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney

“Then why bother to come here?” he demanded.

“I don’t know, but clearly it was a mistake,” I said, turning around and leaving without another word.

Then, about a week later, Lorraine showed up at my door again. She wasn’t the same person who’d stormed in before. Her shoulders were slumped, her eyes tired and haunted. She looked like a woman who’d aged ten years in a matter of days.

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A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“Kelly,” she began, her voice barely a whisper. “I know I don’t deserve it, but… but I came to apologize.”

I didn’t say anything. I just put the kettle on and allowed her to keep talking.

“I was wrong about Peter,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “He’s not the man I thought he was. He ruined everything, and he pushed everyone away. I thought I was helping him all these years, but I was only making things worse.”

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An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney

A part of me felt a glimmer of satisfaction seeing her so defeated. But then I noticed the genuine grief in her expression, the regret she could no longer hide.

She wasn’t just devastated about Peter’s actions; she was grieving the son she thought she had. The realization was so clear: he had been just as manipulative with her as he’d been with me. Lorraine had been caught in his web of lies, just like I had.

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An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney

At that moment, something inside me softened. Lorraine wasn’t just the bitter woman who had fought against me during the divorce. She was a mother, broken by the son she’d devoted her life to.

Still, I didn’t really want to allow myself to get back into their lives. So, I invited Lorraine to stay for dinner. At least I could give her a decent meal before she went back to Peter.

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Food on a table | Source: Midjourney

Months later, I received a short, handwritten letter from him. It wasn’t an excuse; it was an apology.

Kelly, I’m so sorry for everything. For betraying you, for the pain I caused. I’m working on myself now, trying to figure out who I am without all the lies. I don’t expect forgiveness. I just want you to know that I’m trying.

It was strange reading those words. But I got a sense of closure that I’d thought I’d never get.

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A woman reading a letter in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

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I Came to My Wedding and Saw My Mom in a Wedding Dress with a Bouquet

Ever since Nicole began planning her wedding, her mother had gotten very involved. When Nicole asks her to take a step back, she does so. But on the big day, her mother shows up in a wedding dress after mysteriously receiving a call instructing her to. Nicole is left fuming when she discovers who has preyed on her mother’s feelings, ensuring she will destroy them.

When Peter and I got engaged, I promised myself that the wedding planning would be smooth and easy.

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A man proposing | Source: Pexels

Growing up, I wasn’t like the other girls who spent their time daydreaming about their weddings. I just knew that it would eventually happen one day, and I would need cupcakes at my wedding reception.

That was it.

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A little girl playing dress up | Source: Pexels

So, I always knew that when it came to the actual event, I would need my mother to guide me.

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.

Psychologist Shares Two Rebuttals So People Don’t Insult You Ever Again

We’ve all encountered circumstances where someone tries to minimize us. These situations can hurt, whether at work, home, or even with friends. The problem is that insults frequently reveal more about the person who is insulting you than about you. They are from an insecure or unhappy background. In this approachable manual, we’ll explore two astute strategies recommended by a seasoned psychologist for effectively managing insults and potentially averting their recurrence.

Reacting with Compassion

Meet Grayson Allen, a University of Cambridge alumnus who offers amazing psychological insights. His first piece of advice on handling insults centers on empathy. When someone insults you, pause, take a deep breath, and move away. Then, with sincere concern or a convincing show of empathy, go up to the person and ask, “Are you okay?” The dynamics are immediately altered by this. By addressing the insulter’s unspoken problems, you’re putting out the fire rather than adding to it.

Empathy is a potent reaction. Demonstrating empathy and care can frequently diffuse tense situations. The insulter may experience a sense of understanding and hearing, which might drastically change how they act. Furthermore, empathetic responses demonstrate your poise and fortitude under duress and indicate that you will refrain from getting into a verbal altercation. When they understand you won’t respond badly but rather instead engage with them on a more profound human level, they frequently cease their offensive conduct.

The Power of Ignoring a Defamation

What was Grayson’s second pearl of wisdom? Sometimes it’s best to just brush it off. Yes, that’s how easy it is. Remain composed if someone makes an attempt to minimize you, especially in front of other people. Maintain your composure and carry on with the conversation as if nothing had happened. Don’t alter your expression. This may make the person who is insulting feel uncomfortable and expose their malicious purpose to others nearby.

An insult loses its force if it is ignored. By keeping your composure, you demonstrate that you are unaffected. This is a great approach to use in group settings since it puts the focus on the person who is insulting others and makes them appear careless. Your poise shows how strong and resilient you are emotionally, demonstrating how meaningless their remarks are to you.

Two responses to any slight. People will know not to tease or bully you in the future if you utilize these. These speaking strategies can help you acquire social respect, so make sure you master them! Social psychology, insult, bullying, comebacks, and

Selecting Empathy Above Insults

The fundamental tenet of Grayson’s approach is that insults stem from insecurity. Understanding this enables you to choose diplomacy over conflict. These reactions ultimately boil down to emotional intelligence, whether it is demonstrated by empathy or by ignoring the offense.

Making the choice to act with grace at trying times has a lasting effect. It demonstrates your ability to deal with challenging circumstances with grace and to skillfully navigate interactions with challenging individuals. The adage, “No one can humiliate you without your consent,” may come to mind. By being proficient in Grayson’s methods, you not only control the situation at hand but also provide the groundwork for future interactions that are more civil and constructive.

You are exhibiting great emotional intelligence if you choose to overlook an insult or respond with empathy. It basically comes down to knowing your own feelings and how to control them, as well as having a keen awareness of and ability to affect other people’s feelings. Empathically responding engages you with the insulter’s mental condition, which is frequently diffused by melancholy or insecurity. More meaningful conversation may result from this.

However, if you choose to ignore the insult, it demonstrates how strong your self-control is. Rather than responding rashly, you remain composed and uphold the integrity of your dialogue. This is essential to maintaining happy relationships and handling disagreements in a civil and respectful manner.

In summary, the way you respond to insults can drastically alter the dynamics of your encounters. You can choose to ignore them or respond to them with empathy. Recall that the insulter, not you, is frequently the source of the insults. Regardless of your preference for tactful quiet or empathy, these methods provide you the ability to take charge of the circumstance and stop similar insults in the future. “No one can humiliate you without your consent,” as the sage saying goes. Learn these answers so you may respond to the world with grace and confidence.

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