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I'm paying the mortgage myself, and yet my father-in-law locked me out!? Can't same-sex marriages escape the "mother-in-law and daughter-in-law hell" either?
2025-07-25 13:43:42
We've been married two years. We don't have pets, but at least we have a home (I bought the house before we married; I'm paying the mortgage, and it's registered in my name). We live simply and comfortably — after work we sometimes have a drink with friends or play video games, and sometimes go to friends' places to chat and grab late-night snacks. Life is easy and happy.
Until one day, my husband's mother suddenly passed away, and everything was handled quickly and abruptly. Not long after the funeral, my husband said to me: "Hey... my dad is living alone now. I'd like to have him move into our place for a while to keep him company... okay?"
I froze for a moment, but thought it was only natural — a recently widowed elder would be lonely. We didn't have kids or pets anyway and had enough space, so I agreed. Damn it, that turned out to be the start of my nightmare!
Once my father-in-law moved in, it was like someone had stepped out of the 1960s. He had more rules than the military — even a curfew? If I came home late he'd nag me, he'd nag me for buying late-night snacks, he'd nag me for wearing shorts out, and if I slept in a little on Sunday he'd knock on my door telling me to "have some routine in your life."
Several times his tone was extremely harsh, and I blew up. I asked my husband to talk to his dad, since it's his father and it would be less awkward if he brought it up. My husband just replied: "My dad used to be like that with me too; you'll get used to it." Hello! He used to boss you around, and now he's living in my house!?
I tolerated it... kept tolerating it, until the last straw happened.
That night was a friend's birthday. We went to karaoke to celebrate and stayed out late; after singing we went to Zhan Ji in Ximen for hot pot. When I got home, I opened the apartment complex gate, then was about to open our front door — but it wouldn't open.
It turned out the metal latch on the double sliding door had been hooked on both sides!
I was stunned and immediately called my husband to ask him to come down and open it for me. He actually said: "My dad said you came home too late and broke the house rules, so he told me not to help you open it."
I almost called the police right then to report that I was being illegally locked out. This is the house I bought — who the hell is your dad!? What gives him the right to lock me out!?
The next morning I started war — I was too angry to pretend.
I gave my husband two options:
1. Ask your dad to move out immediately.
2. If he doesn't move out, then you and your father move out together — I'm filing for a divorce.
Decide within three days, I don't want to say another word. Damn it, my front door is locked and my life is being governed — did I marry a husband or a drill sergeant?
Until one day, my husband's mother suddenly passed away, and everything was handled quickly and abruptly. Not long after the funeral, my husband said to me: "Hey... my dad is living alone now. I'd like to have him move into our place for a while to keep him company... okay?"
I froze for a moment, but thought it was only natural — a recently widowed elder would be lonely. We didn't have kids or pets anyway and had enough space, so I agreed. Damn it, that turned out to be the start of my nightmare!
Once my father-in-law moved in, it was like someone had stepped out of the 1960s. He had more rules than the military — even a curfew? If I came home late he'd nag me, he'd nag me for buying late-night snacks, he'd nag me for wearing shorts out, and if I slept in a little on Sunday he'd knock on my door telling me to "have some routine in your life."
Several times his tone was extremely harsh, and I blew up. I asked my husband to talk to his dad, since it's his father and it would be less awkward if he brought it up. My husband just replied: "My dad used to be like that with me too; you'll get used to it." Hello! He used to boss you around, and now he's living in my house!?
I tolerated it... kept tolerating it, until the last straw happened.
That night was a friend's birthday. We went to karaoke to celebrate and stayed out late; after singing we went to Zhan Ji in Ximen for hot pot. When I got home, I opened the apartment complex gate, then was about to open our front door — but it wouldn't open.
It turned out the metal latch on the double sliding door had been hooked on both sides!
I was stunned and immediately called my husband to ask him to come down and open it for me. He actually said: "My dad said you came home too late and broke the house rules, so he told me not to help you open it."
I almost called the police right then to report that I was being illegally locked out. This is the house I bought — who the hell is your dad!? What gives him the right to lock me out!?
The next morning I started war — I was too angry to pretend.
I gave my husband two options:
1. Ask your dad to move out immediately.
2. If he doesn't move out, then you and your father move out together — I'm filing for a divorce.
Decide within three days, I don't want to say another word. Damn it, my front door is locked and my life is being governed — did I marry a husband or a drill sergeant?
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