My MIL ‘Kindly’ Threw a Surprise Dinner Party on Having Our Newborn – What She Did at the End Made Me Go Pale

I gave birth to our first baby, a beautiful little girl named Emma. It was a tough labor, but the joy of holding my daughter for the first time made everything worth it. On the day of discharge, my mother-in-law, Karen, met us with her hands full of gifts. She said she prepared a surprise for us at home.

Although I was exhausted from the complicated labor, I agreed. I didn’t want to neglect her efforts. We came home and saw a fancy party with food from an expensive catering service and luxurious decorations.

My jaw dropped. I was pleasantly shocked, wondering how much money she spent. We thought the meals and supplies were kind gestures because my in-laws are loaded with money, and we never asked for anything.

As the evening wound down, Karen approached us with a smirk. “I hope you enjoyed the party,” she began. “Now, let’s talk about settling the bill. I’ve tallied everything up, and it comes to $4,000. You can transfer the money to my account by the end of the week.”

I was speechless. My husband, Jake, was equally stunned. He managed to ask, “What are you talking about? We thought this was a gift.”

Karen’s smile never wavered. “Oh, it was. A gift of my time and effort. You didn’t expect all this for free, did you? My sister threw a similar party for her granddaughter, and I can’t look bad in front of the family. So, it’s only fair you cover the costs.”

Jake looked at me, and I could see the anger in his eyes. “This is insane, Mom. We just had a baby. We don’t have that kind of money lying around.”

Karen shrugged. “Well, that’s not my problem. You two are adults now. It’s time to take responsibility.”

Jake clenched his fists. “You know what, Mom? This isn’t fair. We never asked for this party. We never agreed to pay for it.”

Karen sighed, her smile fading. “I thought you’d be more grateful. But fine, if that’s how you feel. Just know that everyone in the family is expecting you to step up.”

I squeezed Jake’s hand, trying to calm him down. “Let’s just talk about this later,” I said softly. “We’re too tired to deal with this right now.”

Karen raised an eyebrow. “Don’t think you can just ignore this. I want that money by the end of the week.”

We nodded, and she left, leaving us in the middle of the extravagant decorations. I looked around, feeling the weight of the situation sink in. “What are we going to do?” I whispered.

Jake shook his head. “We’ll figure something out. But first, let’s get some rest. We need to think clearly.”

That night, as we lay in bed, we talked about Karen’s outrageous demand. “She’s always been like this,” Jake said. “Always trying to control everything. But this is too much.”

I nodded. “We need to set boundaries. This isn’t just about us anymore. It’s about Emma too.”

Jake agreed. “We can’t let her walk all over us. But we need to be smart about it. We can’t afford a fight right now.”

I thought for a moment. “Maybe there’s a way to teach her a lesson. Something that will make her realize she can’t manipulate us like this.”

Jake looked at me curiously. “What do you have in mind?”

I smiled. “Let’s just say, she won’t see it coming.”

Jake grinned. “I’m in. Whatever it takes.”

As we drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of determination. Karen might think she can control us, but she has another thing coming. We’re going to show her that we’re not pushovers.

Our lives had changed with Emma’s arrival, and it was time for a new beginning. One where we stood up for ourselves and our family. And Karen was about to learn that the hard way.

A few months later, Karen organized a grand birthday party for herself. She loved to show off her wealth and status. She spared no expense, hiring a top-tier event planner, booking a fancy venue, and inviting everyone she knew. It was the perfect opportunity for our revenge.

The party was in full swing, and Karen was basking in the attention. My husband and I mingled with the guests, making sure everyone was having a good time. Then, as the evening was winding down, we decided it was time to strike.

My husband stood up and clinked his glass, drawing everyone’s attention. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “I want to thank you all for coming to celebrate my mother’s birthday. It’s been a wonderful evening, and I’m sure we all appreciate the effort she’s put into making this event so special.”

Karen beamed, soaking up the applause.

“And to show our gratitude,” my husband continued, “we’ve decided to do something special for her. Given how much effort and money she spent organizing such a grand event, we thought it would be appropriate for everyone to contribute to the costs. After all, it’s only fair we share the burden of such an elaborate celebration.”

Karen’s smile froze, and a murmur of confusion spread through the crowd. “What are you talking about?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

I stood up beside my husband. “Well, Mom, you taught us the importance of sharing the costs for special events. Just like the party you threw for us when our daughter was born, we believe it’s only fair that everyone pitches in.”

We handed out envelopes to the guests, each containing a suggested contribution amount based on the estimated costs we had gathered. The guests, though initially bewildered, started to nod in agreement, some even laughing at the irony of the situation.

Karen was livid but couldn’t say anything without exposing her own hypocrisy. She was trapped. If she refused the contributions, she would have to explain why she demanded money from us in the first place. If she accepted, her reputation would take a hit.

One guest, Mr. Thompson, chuckled. “Well, Karen, you did set the standard with that lovely party for your granddaughter. It’s only fair we help out.”

Another guest, Mrs. Davis, smiled. “Yes, Karen. We wouldn’t want you to bear all the costs alone. It’s the least we can do.”

Karen forced a smile, her eyes narrowing. “I appreciate the sentiment, but really, it’s not necessary.”

Jake shook his head. “No, Mom. It’s only right. We wouldn’t want you to feel unappreciated.”

Karen looked around, realizing she was cornered. “Very well,” she said through gritted teeth. “If everyone insists.”

We watched as the guests began to place their contributions in the envelopes, chatting and laughing. Karen’s face was a mask of barely contained rage. She was livid but couldn’t say anything without looking bad.

After the party, we gathered our things. Karen approached us, her voice low and angry. “I can’t believe you did this to me,” she hissed.

Jake smiled. “Mom, you taught us well. It’s only fair, remember?”

Karen glared at us but said nothing more. We left the party, feeling a sense of satisfaction. It was a small victory, but it felt good.

Karen never dared to pull a stunt like that again, and the family finally saw her true colors. The rest of the family started treating us with more respect, realizing we weren’t going to be pushed around.

As we drove home, Jake squeezed my hand. “I think we did the right thing,” he said.

I nodded. “Definitely. We stood up for ourselves and for Emma. That’s what matters.”

Jake smiled. “Here’s to more victories.”

“Here’s to us,” I replied, feeling hopeful for the future.

My MIL Asked Me to Help Cover Her Debt – I Was Horrified When I Found Out What She Was Hiding

Natasha knew she got lucky in the mother-in-law department, with Marlene cherishing her like her own daughter. But when Natasha starts to see a change in Marlene’s behavior, she begins to get worried about the old woman. Eventually, when the truth is revealed, Natasha doesn’t know what to believe.

It was just another weekend with my in-laws over for tea and cake. This wasn’t unusual for us. Ever since I had married Jake, his mother, Marlene, had taken me under her wing.

She had always said I was the daughter she never had and had reduced us all to tears when she gave her speech during our wedding reception.

Having a mother-in-law who loved you was rare, I knew that much. In fact, my sister didn’t get along with her mother-in-law at all.

The two were constantly bickering, leaving my brother-in-law to play peacemaker in their home.

But I had gotten lucky. I had Marlene, who doted on me and taught me how to cook Jake’s favorite meals while sharing secret recipes that had been passed down from her grandmother.

We were fine.

But then, Marlene’s behavior started to change. She went from being the woman who cherished family time to being a recluse.