The coffee pot had one, too: “She brewed your coffee. Maybe say thank you, Mom?”
And even on his shirt: “Relax, Mom. I’ve been dressing myself since I was five.”
Men’s shirts | Source: Unsplash
I walked around the house, half in awe, half in shock!
There was even a note on Linda’s bedroom door: “This guest room has a two-week stay limit. You hit day 18 yesterday. Room service is closed.”
My heart fluttered. I felt seen for the first time since she moved in!
Then came the pièce de résistance: on her suitcase, which had been dragged to the front hallway, was a neon pink note that read: “Time to move back home. Our passive-aggressive starter pack is now complete!”
A suitcase with a note | Source: Midjourney
When she saw it all, Linda blinked once, twice, her eyes slowly scanning each note like she couldn’t believe what she was reading.
“Are you… are you kicking me out?” she asked. Her voice wasn’t trembling from sadness; it was trembling from fury barely held in check.
Jason stood across from her, arms crossed and calm as a mountain.
“I’m asking you to leave our home. There’s a difference,” he said.
Her mouth fell open like she’d been slapped.
A shocked woman | Source: Pexels
“You’re choosing her over your own mother?!”
“I’m choosing respect, Mom,” Jason replied. “And if you can’t show that to my wife in our house, then yes, I’m choosing her.”
The silence that followed was volcanic.
Then the meltdown began!
An angry woman shouting | Source: Freepik
“Oh, I see! Ever since she came into your life, you’ve changed! You used to be such a good boy. Now look at you, letting your wife turn you against your own blood!”
“No one turned me,” Jason said. “You did that all on your own. Pack up.”
She stared at him, blinking rapidly like she might cry, but nothing came. Her cheeks flushed deep red. She started packing up her things while mumbling about how “no woman comes before a mother” and how “one day you’ll regret this.”
A woman packing | Source: Pexels
But when she realized her son wasn’t stopping her from leaving or backing down, she finally snapped her handbag over her shoulder. Of course, my MIL gave her suitcase a dramatic yank before heading to the door.
When the Uber, which Jason had pre-booked that morning, pulled up, Linda didn’t say goodbye.
Not to him or me.
She just gave us one long, cold look, like she was trying to freeze us from the inside out.
But we weren’t frozen; we were relieved!
When the door clicked shut, Jason exhaled and slumped against the wall.
An exhausted man leaning against a wall | Source: Pexels
I walked over and leaned my head on his shoulder.
He said, “I’m sorry it took me so long.”
“I’m just glad you finally saw it,” I whispered.
We stood there for a moment, just breathing in the quiet.
He finally grinned. “You know, I almost added a note to the TV remote: ‘A good guest asks before switching the language to French.'”
I burst out laughing!
A happy couple | Source: Pexels
After weeks of tension, our house felt warm again.
And the best part? I haven’t seen a single sticky note since, unless it says “I love you” stuck to my lunch container.
A sticky note on a lunch box | Source: Midjourney
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