When my mother-in-law Linda moved in, she insisted she was a guest and refused to lift a finger. Instead of kicking her out, I gave her the full VIP treatment—until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Jason told me his mom had sold her condo and needed “a little while” to stay with us. I hesitated. The last time we spent more than a weekend together, she criticized everything—my cooking, my towels, even how I folded laundry.
“Just until she figures things out,” Jason promised.
I sighed. “Fine. But we need ground rules.”
He agreed, but that was mistake number one—thinking he’d enforce them.
