On my wedding night, I had to give my bed to my mother-in-law because she was “drunk”; the next morning I found something stuck to the sheet that left me speechless… On my wedding night, I was exhausted after a long day attending to the guests, so I retired to my room, hoping to cuddle with my husband and sleep peacefully.
However, as soon as I finished removing my makeup, the door opened: “Mom is too drunk, let her lie down for a while, it’s too noisy downstairs.” My mother-in-law, a controlling and notoriously strict woman, stumbled in, hugging a pillow, her breath reeking of alcohol, her blouse low-cut, and her face flushed.
I was about to help her to the living room, but my husband stopped me: “Let Mom lie down here, it’s only one night. One night. Our wedding night.”
Bitterly, I took the pillow to the sofa, not daring to react for fear of being labeled a “rude wife.”
All night I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. The shadow of someone upstairs paced back and forth, the wood creaked, then silence. It was almost daylight when I finally fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was almost 6 a.m. I went upstairs intending to wake my husband and go greet my relatives. I opened the door softly… and froze. My husband was lying on his back. My mother-in-law was lying very close to him, in the same bed I had given up for her. I approached, intending to wake him. But when I looked at the sheet, I stopped abruptly. On the white sheet… there was a
