We’re preparing to move into a new house, and when my husband’s best female friend found out, she decided to move in with us.
I was about to object, but my husband immediately agreed.
To make things worse, he even gave my daughter’s master bedroom, which was meant to be her children’s room, to her son and made our daughter move to the basement.
When I voiced my disagreement, he dismissed it, saying, “Grace is my close friend; don’t overthink it. Her son is like my son; of course, I want him to have a better room.”
When I still stood my ground, my husband and his family began criticizing me, calling me selfish.
Unable to stand their unfairness, I moved out with my daughter.
After my daughter and I left, they started to panic.
After living in the old house for many years, our family finally decided to buy and move into a bigger house.
A year before we moved, I started selecting the location, checking property prices, and making renovation plans.
As my husband’s family is least interested in anything related to it, I did everything on my own, from renovations and the house’s payment to the property fees.
I didn’t mind, though, because my family’s happy faces were the most important thing for me.
I even bought a new car for the family when my husband’s sister, Kelly, remarked that the new neighborhood was posh and that having no car would be embarrassing.
I carefully planned everything, taking into account everyone’s preferences, including who would stay in which room. However, just a day before we were set to move, my husband dropped a bombshell.
“Emma, Grace heard we’re moving into a new house.” He said, walking towards me. “So she wants to stay with us. Since all the rooms are full, I’m moving Ava out of her room and having her stay in the basement instead.”
While I stared at him, stunned, he handed me the key to the basement door.
“What?! We’re moving to a new house, and you want to let an outsider live with us?!”
“Yeah, Grace and her son’s house is old and run down,” he replied. “Now that we have a new house, of course, I want them to stay with us.”
“Oh really, Jason?!” I snapped. “When my parents wanted to stay for a couple of days after we move in, you firmly said you don’t like having outsiders in the house. Now, aren’t Grace and her son outsiders?”
