Everything shifted the moment my mother in law, Mrs. Gable, discovered exactly how much I was bringing home. From that day forward, she stopped treating me like a daughter in law and began viewing me as a golden opportunity.
It started with small requests like grocery money, medical bills, or school fees, but then her sister Jean moved in after losing her husband. They promised it would only be for a few days, yet those days stretched into several months.
My home office was transformed into a cramped guest room where my desk was buried under sleeping bags and suitcases. I was forced to work at the kitchen island with the television blaring and the dishwasher running during my executive meetings.
Mrs. Gable would constantly interrupt my video calls to ask what was for dinner, and if I dared to complain, the excuses were always the same. “But you are already at home, Mackenzie,” she would say with a shrug.
Blake began to echo her sentiments whenever I asked for boundaries, telling me not to be so dramatic about the situation. He made me feel like a selfish person for simply wanting to perform my job in a quiet environment.