my crazy mother-in-law stole my vintage key collection so I called the police and had her arrested my wife threatened to leave me if I went through with pressing charges so I filed for divorce myself plus three updates my mother-in-law is insanely entitled and my wife’s enabling of her has made our marriage very hard.
I used to think my mother-in-law’s worst trait was how loud she could get in public.
I had no idea she was the kind of person who could stare you in the face, feel entitled to your belongings, and call you the villain when you refused to hand them over.
It didn’t start with the keys.
It started with a phone, because apparently nothing says “family” like demanding someone else’s money with a straight face.
She showed up at our place like she owned it, rolling in like a storm that didn’t knock first.
Her scooter whined up the walkway, the little trailer clinking behind her, and she parked herself in our living room like she was there to inspect the premises.
“My phone is two years old,” she announced, holding it out like it was contaminated.
“It’s out of date. I need a new one.”
I blinked at her, waiting for the punchline that never came.
When I said I wasn’t buying her a new phone, her face did this slow twist, like her brain couldn’t process the word “no.”
She didn’t argue like an adult.
She slid right off the couch and dropped onto our hardwood floor, pounding her fists like a toddler in a grocery aisle.
The sound echoed through the room in sharp, humiliating thuds.
My wife stood there frozen, eyes wide, not stepping in like she should’ve, not telling her mother to stop, just watching like this was weather and not behavior.
I remember looking down at her mother on the floor and feeling my stomach tighten with something that wasn’t anger yet, but close.
I said no again, calm and firm, and it was like I’d insulted her entire bloodline.
She pushed herself up, breathing hard, face red, and pointed at me like I was the thief.
“You’ll be getting me that phone,” she snapped, and then she stormed out as if she’d just delivered a verdict.
For a day or two, the house felt tense in that quiet way, like the walls had heard the argument and were still holding it.
My wife acted like we could pretend it didn’t happen, like her mother’s tantrum was just one of those “quirks” we were supposed to tolerate.
Then I came home and knew something was wrong the second I walked in.
It wasn’t a smell or a sound—it was the feeling you get when your space has been touched, shifted, violated.
My display cabinet sat against the wall where it always did.
Only now the door hung crooked, the lock mangled, and the wood around it looked chewed up, splintered like a forced smile.
Inside, the velvet-lined slots were empty.
My stomach went cold as I stared at those blank spaces where my vintage skeleton keys used to rest, each one placed carefully over the last ten years like a piece of a story I’d built with my own hands.
It wasn’t just “stuff” to me.
Those keys were history you could hold, old iron and brass with ornate bows, worn grooves, little marks that made you wonder what doors they once opened.
I stood there too long, not moving, like my body was hoping it would reverse if I stared hard enough.
Then I turned, almost mechanically, and pulled up the camera feed.
The footage didn’t glitch.
It didn’t leave room for doubt.
There was my mother-in-law, moving through my living room with my wife’s spare key, calm as day.
She set down a crowbar like she’d used one before, braced herself, and forced my cabinet open with the kind of casual effort that makes your skin crawl.
I watched her scoop up my entire collection like it was junk from a yard sale.
No hesitation, no guilt—just entitlement with a pulse.
My hands were shaking when I called her.
I didn’t even say hello, just demanded she bring them back, right now, before this got any bigger.
She laughed.
Not nervous laughter, not misunderstanding—real laughter, like she thought my panic was entertainment.
“I sold them,” she said, proud.
“Pawn shop. Needed the money for my new phone.”
My throat went dry.
When I asked her how she could do that, she snapped right back that it was my fault for refusing to buy her one.
By the time my wife got home, I was still sitting at the table with my laptop open, the footage paused on her mother’s face.
At first, my wife looked stunned, like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Then I said the words “I’m calling the police,” and her whole expression changed.
It wasn’t concern anymore—it was fear, like I’d threatened the wrong person.
“Please don’t,” she begged, hands fluttering, voice rising.
“Just… start a new collection. We’ll replace it.”
Replace it.
Like you can replace ten years of hunting and trading and restoring with a trip to a craft store.
I told her those keys weren’t just expensive, they were irreplaceable, and she still kept pushing like my feelings were the inconvenience.
It was like watching someone try to sweep shattered glass under a rug and getting mad at you for bleeding.
So I called the non-emergency line.
When the officer arrived, I had everything lined up like a case file—video footage, documentation, receipts, photos, appraisals.
I also had something else: texts.
Because I knew my mother-in-law would lie if she got the chance, and I wanted her words in writing, clear and undeniable.
When I texted her demanding the keys back, she didn’t even pretend.
She literally responded like it was a joke, bragging that I was a “pathetic son-in-law,” calling my collection tacky like she had taste beyond online shopping sprees.
I asked what pawn shop she used and how much they paid her.
She answered instantly, gleeful, like she couldn’t wait to twist the knife.
The number—$300—landed like a punch.
A collection valued around two to three grand, handed over for the price of a cheap appliance.
I expected the police to shrug and call it a “family matter.”
Instead, they took it seriously, maybe because there was forced entry, maybe because there was video, maybe because her smug texts spelled it out in neon.
They went to the pawn shop before closing and retrieved the collection.
When I got it back a couple days later, I laid every key out and checked them one by one, hands still shaking, breath tight like I’d been holding it for two days.
Everything was there.
That relief didn’t feel like joy—it felt like finally being allowed to breathe again.
The cabinet was ruined, but it wasn’t antique, just a cheap used find, and honestly it felt symbolic.
A broken case for a broken boundary.
Then I found out my wife had paid the pawn shop back with money from our joint account.
Not asked, not discussed—just done, like she was cleaning up her mother’s mess with my wallet and expecting me to say thank you.
That night turned into one of the biggest fights of our marriage.
I told her I was changing the locks and her mother was banned from our home, and that we were getting counseling or I was talking to a lawyer.
My wife didn’t cry the way I expected.
She called me horrible, packed a suitcase, and walked out, pausing at the door like she wanted me to chase her.
I didn’t.
I sat on the couch in the silence she left behind and felt something settle in me—something heavy and final.
The next morning she texted me she was bailing her mother out and wanted me to send the money “since I caused it.”
When I refused, all I got back was a sarcastic “wow.”
A bad feeling hit me, and I checked the account.
Money had been pulled—enough to make my stomach turn.
When I called the pawn shop, the owner confirmed my wife had come in and paid the $300 back.
He was furious and told me he wanted none of us in his shop again, and I couldn’t even argue because the whole situation was a mess he didn’t deserve.
That evening I drove to the cheap motel I knew she’d pick, the kind with flickering signage and thin curtains.
Her car was there, and I found her room by the glow of the TV through the blinds.
When she opened the door, she looked shocked to see me, like she couldn’t believe consequences had legs.
I confronted her about taking the money, and she said, smug as anything, that she got it “another way” because I refused to pay.
Then she told me she wasn’t putting it back.
She said it was “karma,” and shut the door in my face, warning she’d call the cops if I didn’t leave.
That was the moment it truly sank in that my marriage was already ashes, and we were just arguing over where the wind should blow them.
I went home, sat down with old video games and a cola, and stared at the ceiling like it held instructions.
We rented the house, and I decided I wasn’t renewing the lease with her.
The last month was March, and suddenly that date felt like a finish line.
The next day, with my landlord’s permission, I changed the locks.
I moved my money out of the joint account—only what I’d put in—and stopped the automated payments, because I wasn’t going to bankroll her mother’s chaos anymore.
I met with divorce lawyers.
The first felt like a cash register with a pulse, the second felt sharp and direct, and once she saw my evidence, she stopped asking if I was “really sure.”
My wife came home and found herself locked out.
She pounded on the door and screamed like I’d trapped her outside in a blizzard, and I watched through the doorbell camera until she finally checked her phone and saw the message I’d sent.
When I let her in, she was puffy-eyed and furious.
I handed her a key and told her if she gave a copy to her mother again, I’d notify the landlord immediately.
She complied—for the moment.
But her mother kept calling me a monster, and my wife echoed it like it was easier than admitting the truth.
My wife demanded I drop the charges.
She even said if I “really loved her,” I would stop everything and cover the costs too.
When I refused, she moved into the spare bedroom and tried to kick me out of the master first.
When that didn’t work, she admitted something out of pure spite: she’d been planning to move her mother in with us full-time without telling me.
That confession hit like ice water.
Not because it was surprising, but because it proved how little my voice mattered in my own home.
I warned the landlord about it.
I told him about the hoarding, the deception, the way her mother would turn any property into a disaster.
He thanked me and said he wouldn’t renew the lease with my wife alone if she tried.
My wife didn’t know that yet, and part of me didn’t even care if she found out the hard way.
Then there was the joint account issue, and someone told me to remove my name entirely so I wouldn’t be stuck if she overdrafted.
I went to the bank, signed the forms, and walked out feeling like I’d cut one more thread tying me to her choices.
After a week of silence, my wife switched tactics.
She started love-bombing, cooking dinners, opening drinks, trying to soften the air like we could rewind.
I told her I wouldn’t touch anything she made.
Not just because she was a terrible cook, but because trust was gone, and once trust is gone, even a plate of food feels like a question mark.
She cried, then tried to tempt me with lingerie like it was a magic spell.
I didn’t budge, and when she spiraled and later ended up /// in the kitchen, I felt nothing but exhaustion.
I locked my door at night.
I even installed a hidden camera, because I didn’t put anything past someone who saw me as an obstacle instead of a partner.
By then, I’d already found an apartment that would open up in early to mid-March.
I didn’t tell her where it was, no matter how many times she tried to pry.
I planned my exit like a quiet operation.
What I’d take, what I’d leave, how I’d keep my peace when the last box was gone.
Months before all this, I’d anonymously reported my mother-in-law’s hoarding.
At the time, I told myself it was anger, but it was also the truth: that house was a danger to her and everyone around her.
An inspection finally happened.
They found rot, exposed wiring, roof leaks, infestations, and <black m///>, and suddenly my wife came home raging, blaming me for what the inspector saw with their own eyes.
Her mother demanded money to fix it.
She demanded my wife find it “any way she could,” and even claimed I should pay because I was the one who reported it.
Then, in the middle of another blow-up, something happened that I still replay in my head when the house is quiet.
My mother-in-law went after my wife in a frenzy—grabbing, pulling, leaving marks—like a wild animal cornered by consequences.
And then she had a right there.
My wife called 911 in a panic, scrambling, and by the time help arrived, her mother had already passed.
My wife came home later with a police officer in tow, screaming like the walls could be punished.
She blamed me, then blamed herself, then blamed me again, and the officer had to keep distance between us like we were combustible.
That’s when I learned she’d had a , and that was the real reason she’d been on support.
I asked why I was never told, and my wife yelled that it was none of my business, even though everything about her mother had always been made my business.
I hated my mother-in-law for what she did.
But I wasn’t trying to end anyone’s life, and the guilt hit me anyway, thick and relentless.
For days I couldn’t function.
I took leave from work because of stress and , and I spent hours staring at nothing, trying to make sense of how a fight over boundaries turned into this.
My friends tell me it wasn’t my fault.
They tell me I didn’t know, and that her choices were her choices, and what’s done is done and I have to live with it.
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recently she came to us wanting me to buy her a new phone because hers was 2 years old and out of date she threw a fit when I refused getting on the floor and pounding her fists against the hardwood I still refused used so she got up and left but not before yelling that she’ll be getting the phone now I have a collection of vintage skeleton keys that is worth a few ,000 and I kept them all in a lock display cabinet well a few days ago I came home to find the cabinet forced open and my entire collection gone I checked the CCTV and saw my mother-in-law Force the cabinet open with a crowbar I called her right away and demanded she returned my collection but she told me she sold everything at a pawn shop already and used the money for
a new phone she said it was my fault because I wouldn’t buy one for her my wife was seemingly on my side when I told her until I said I was going to the police she begged me to drop it and even suggested I start a new collection I refused to let it go because those keys are not only expensive they’re irreplacable I spent 10 years building that collection but my wife kept blowing up and telling me to just let it go now to answer the questions before you ask how did me get into the house my wife unilaterally gave her a key when we
moved in that’s why anyway back to what happened that day I eventually made up my mind and contacted the police they came and took my statement a bit over an hour after I called the non-emergency line I had video footage and the documentation of my collection ready and then there were some texts I went out of my way to get from Mil to bait her into a confession I wanted as much evidence as possible so she couldn’t lie to the police when I texted her demanding she get my collection back she actually loled and told me not a chance and even
boasted that she thought I was a pathetic son-in-law and my key collection was tacky anyway I told her to at least tell me what pawn shop she sold the keys to so I could go buy them back and how much they paid her for them and the dimwit admitted it all right away with Glee and text I had everything I needed for the police before they even showed up the cops took the whole matter more seriously than I thought I was worried they’d call it a civil matter since the thief was my mother-in-law and she had a key to the house but they
arrested M before long and police went to the pawn shop before it closed to retrieve my collection I got it all back from police after a couple of days and for the moment I’ve put the collection in a safe secure place that no one can get to the pawn shop pretty much gave up the entire key collection to police right away like it was a bag of hot potatoes though I scrutinized every important key brought back as far as I can tell it’s all there that was a huge sigh of relief I took time off work and barely slept for 2 days because of this
ordeal also the cabinet ml broke into is pretty much a loss since she mangled the lock and doors prying it open thankfully it wasn’t an antique and just something I got used for $50 so I’m just going to take it to the dump sooner or later from her texts before I found out mil sold the whole collection to the pawn for a whopping total of $300 for a collection of hundreds of antique keys valued at 2 to three grand as a total that low number felt like a punch in the gut to me likely the pawn broker knew how valuable The Collection could be as a
hole I mean it’s not like hitting a jackpot or anything but money is still money especially when a dumb little lady walks in with a box of goodies anyone else hear Mr Krabs laughing anyway the cost of repayment to the shop was supposed to be on mil but my wife paid them back out of our joint account instead from what the shop owner said milil told them the key collection belonged to her deceased husband and she was sick of the whole collection sitting in storage so they believed her but just to be clear she’s not a widow her
husband divorced her and left the state around 15 years ago M lives off Social Security and food stamps she also holds garage sales every few months and she often demanded our soda and beer cans so she could get the deposit money recycling them M doesn’t drive she gets around on an electric scooter that Towes a bicycle trailer she lives in a long paid off house and she would not be having money troubles if she wasn’t overspending every month and she always counts on my wife to pick up the slack when she comes up short my wife and I
got in a huge fight when she got home because I had her mother arrested but I told her I’m done with her enabling of her toxic mother I said I was changing the locks as soon soon as possible and banning her mother from the house and I also said that either we got marriage counseling or I’d be inquiring about my options for separation from an attorney I thought my wife would beg me not to do that but instead she just called me horrible packed a suitcase and walked out to go to a motel I just sat on the couch and let her go she repeatedly
looked like she was waiting for me to ask her to stay but I didn’t in the morning she texted me she’d be bailing her mother out and wanted me transfer her the money to pay for it since I was the one who got her mother arrested when I said no all I got back was a sarcastic wow Zia not too long later I had a gut feeling and checked the balance on the shared bank account and my wife had taken out a lot of money I wasn’t sure if all that was needed for bail so I called the pawn shop later the owner confirmed my wife had come in and paid
him back the $300 that he’d paid her mother for the keys he was also quite angry and said he didn’t want any of us in his shop ever again I understood his anger and weirdly enough had a fairly long talk with this guy and he understood I’m not part of the crazy I tried to call and text my wife for hours but she didn’t answer that evening I managed to find her I knew which motel she’d likely go to and I was right it was both cheap and not far away I found her car and then figured out which room she was in she looked positively shocked
to see me when she opened the door I confronted her about the money she’d used from our shared account she basically said that since I refused to pay her mother’s bail after I was the one who had her arrested she got the money from me another way then smugly stated she wasn’t paying that money back into the shared account this time and told me that’s the karma I get before shutting the door in my face then said through the door she’d call the cops on me if I didn’t leave the smug look she’d given me reminded me of nasty teenage
girls when they get their way it really ticked me off I already knew my marriage was pretty much over but that night it really sank in I had a long sit down with some old video games and cola to think about my future the house is rented so I’m not renewing my half of the lease and will soon be apartment hunting the last month of the lease is March but I may leave sooner depending on how soon I can find an apartment we have no kids yet thank God so that’s another thing I currently have in my favor the next day I changed the locks
on the house and removed all of my money from the joint bank account and stopped all automated payments to and from it I made sure to take only the amount of money I’d put into the account there was still more than enough in it for me to break even and still leave the minimum required balance on the account either way the cost of M bail and paying back the pawn shop was now entirely out of my wife’s pocket now and I don’t think she’s noticed yet but it shouldn’t be long I’ve been to a couple different divorce lawyers already and I picked the
second one since the first seemed like they were only there for a paycheck I’ll have the divorce papers served soon I loved my wife but it’s clear she didn’t love me so I can’t stay with her anymore she can have her thieving hoarder Mom all to herself now we both have very comparable incomes so I’ll be pushing for a clean split divorce this woman didn’t deserve me and I fell for for her act she didn’t want a husband she wanted an insurance plan I will pursue any charges still possible against her mother I’ll update again when more
happens but I’ll be clear on this I won’t be changing my mind my soon to be ex-wife can beg and love bomb all she wants if she even bothers to I’ve never been her number one and I’m not going to settle for being number two in my own marriage it is over update it really didn’t take me long to find and hire a divorce lawyer and she’s mean yes my lawyer is a woman and she seems pretty good at her job she asked me a couple of times if I was really sure I wanted to do this but once I explained my full story to her and showed some evidence
she agreed with me when I said I wanted to start ASAP so she got the ball rolling oh this divorce is going to cost me but I don’t care I’ll rebuild my savings later as a free man I didn’t even want to rent the house I’m currently living in anyway wifey pushed for that I’d have been happy staying in our old apartment we used to share until we could have actually afforded to buy a house together instead but that’s obviously never happening I’ll be paying a lot less for an apartment once we separate before coming home wifey spent
some time at a cheap motel when she bailed her mother out of jail and she even threatened to call police on me when I went to see her there I changed the locks with my landlord’s permission while wifey was still away and sent her a text saying I done so but I guess she’d not bothered to look since she never responded so Upon returning home she ended up pounding on the door and screaming at me to let her in I just watched her through the doorbell Cam and let her keep it up for a while before she finally got on her phone to call me
I was already walking home from having had dinner with my best friend when she called and I pointed out the text she’d not bothered to read when I got home to let her in she was puffy cheeked teary eyed and red with a bit of cat butt face I had a new key ready for her and told her if she gave a copy to her mother again I’d be notifying our landlord as they were already very angry she’d given her mother a key to begin with not sure what the landlord could have done but it was enough to make wifey comply for the
moment plus I’m not going to be living here much longer anyway my mother-in-law still believes she did absolutely nothing wrong and is playing victim to Wifey every chance she gets she’s not allowed over anymore for obvious reasons and I’ve been repeatedly called a monster by her and wifey I’ve never been more glad that mil has no friends because then she’d be telling them all her convoluted version of the story to paint me as a villain I just know it she was told how much my key collection is roughly worth and what kind of felony
charges she could be facing though my collection was returned fully intact so she may get the charges lessened I’d like to Hope she gets a decent punishment at least but I’m not really counting on the system to throw the book at a manipulator like her as I said in my previous post wifey also paid her mother’s bail and what she owed to the pawn shop with money out of our joint bank account and then smugly told me that she wouldn’t be putting the money back basically that was a terrible power move and her only way to try and put all
the cost on me I’ve since removed everything I had in that account and stopped all future payments to it so she can’t spend my money too and I’ve changed my passwords to pretty much everything wifey flipped the hell out on me for it once she finally checked the account a couple days ago because that meant that what she paid for Mills bail and reimbursing the pawn shop was all in her money only and now there was no more access to my funds to supplement her own with I just ignored her tantrum and went into the home office to watch anime on
my computer she banged on the door for a while demanding I talk to her I just stayed quiet and put on headphones wifey has repeatedly demanded I drop all charges against her mother and even said that if I really loved her I would not only stop all this I’d cover the cost too when I kept refusing she moved into the spare bedroom she tried to kick me out of the master bedroom first but I made it clear I’m not giving up the master bedroom when she’s the one at fault she tried to start taking my stuff out but I just blocked her while
pointing my finger at her face and said no like I was talking to a dog she ended up crying and saying I was demeaning her but I didn’t care then for some more deception on her part she admitted to me out of pure spite that until this mess had started she’d been planning on letting her mother come live with us fulltime soon because of the state of her hoarder house she boasted that she was just going to move her in while I was at work I told her we were supposed to be equal Partners before this all happened and I was sick of her
unilateral decision-making and as long as I’m paying 50% of the lease her mother will not be living here and if she tried I’d throw all her mother’s stuff out immediately wifey looked like she wanted to explode and stormed off to have a drink and a loud phone call with her mother in the kitchen I just started removing her stuff from the master bedroom and left it in the other room for her I’ve put a new lock on the door to the master bedroom too I had wifey served at her job which she said really embarrassed her in front of her
colleagues and she flipped out on me again once she got home apparently she didn’t take my threats of divorce seriously until those papers were actually in her hands she said I couldn’t do this but I told her I was done she made it more than clear where she stands I told her I learned a rather interesting phrase online when people show you who they really are believe them and she’s clearly shown me who she really is and it’s not the woman I fell in love with that woman disappeared and got replaced with an entitled Mommy’s
girl who refuses to act her age right after we got married which makes it pretty obvious she did that intentionally at this point I don’t think she ever loved me just my wallet I can’t stay married to a woman who conned me into marrying her then she started screaming at me that she wasn’t a gold digger so I asked her if she’d have been inclined to stay married to me if I’d done the all same things to her she tried to deny it at first then looked around like she was trying to find a better answer then she just gas lit to
deflect as usual but I had none of it I told her right then and there that I’m not renewing the lease on the house with her because I don’t want to live with a petulant woman child I can’t trust and if she wants to keep the house she can go ahead and start a new lease to move her mother in once I’m gone finally that’s when the real Waterworks started she said I was destroying our family and I said what family and pointed out how we don’t have kids and her mother is more important to her than me we have number family then I just walked away
she loudly cried cried in the living room for hours but I ignored her now she’s giving me the hardcore silent treatment and won’t look me in the eyes I’m actually enjoying it which just seems to make her angrier as an added bonus I warned my current landlord about wifey wanting to move her mother in I gave him all the details I had about mil the state of her hoarder house and how much of a deceptive Mommy’s girl wifey is and warned him that if he let my mother-in-law live in any property he owns she would turn it into an utter
disaster he thanked me for telling him and is now not going to let wifey renew the lease on her own if she tries he’ll be advertising the property soon wle has no idea yet and likely would have only just barely been able to afford the house with her mother’s help anyway one more thing yesterday someone warned me to take my name off the joint bank account entirely so I would not be on the hook for any overdraft I took that to heart and went to the bank to get it done only took a few minutes to do it and the bank is 10 minutes away by car
all good now I’ve been working from home lately so I had the time all statements from the account were already printed and given to my lawyer too so I can wash my hands of it update two after roughly a week of the silent treatment from her wifey couldn’t keep it up anymore and started love bombing she even tried to make me dinner and get me drunk I told her while she was cooking that I wouldn’t touch anything she made for one she’s a terrible cook and secondly I don’t trust her not to put something in the food she made overcooked hamburgers
and I didn’t touch them or the alcohol provided I mean the beer was already opened she cried and said I was being mean by not eating her food food and I coldly said it was because I can’t trust her anymore she retorted that it wasn’t like she cheated on me or anything I said back that she may as well have cheated since her mother was always more important to her than me the man she married you can’t keep a marriage by treating your spouse as secondary wifey changed the subject by breaking down crying again and begged that if I
stopped the divorce we could get the marriage counseling I’d wanted and she’d never try to have her mother live with us I told her it was far too late she had her chance and blew it badly she already made it very clear where She’ll always stand in the past 2 years she made no effort to get better and only acted nicer in public why would I want to stay in that sort of toxic relationship she had to answer truthfully for once and admitted that she likely would have left me if I’d done the same stuff to her but she still
kept trying to convince me not to divorce and that we could work it out I had to just walk away and go into the office again wifey didn’t stop and even tried to initiate intimacy multiple times she walked around the house in lingerie a lot and even my favorite of wearing nothing but a lacy apron she hasn’t done that for me since our honeymoon even when I asked she tried touching me in places running her fingers in my hair and getting on her knees to try to entice me I didn’t take her bait and stonewalled she ended up
gaslighting me with the am I not good enough line I told her she used to be but I just can’t see her that way anymore wifey left me alone to hit the bottle hard after I said that and she wound up puking in the kitchen I wouldn’t put it past her to try and baby trap or frame me at this point I even locked the door when I sleep and I’ve installed a hidden camera in the room I want out of this house but I can’t leave yet until I can get into my new place wifey later doubled down while sobbing when nothing was working on me and
begged again that I don’t go through with the separation and divorce but I’ve already found an apartment that will be vacant sometime in early to mid-march I’ve also notified all of the utilities of the change as well wifey is now freaking out even more because now she has to find an apartment for herself right away I don’t really care where she’ll end up I’m just happy I’ll be free of this house soon I’ve also made sure not to tell her where my upcoming apartment is located and she’s tried to get that info out of me three times
already as soon as my new apartment is ready I’ll start moving stuff in I’ll be taking the bed from the guest room when I go I paid for it after all and it’ll be easier to move since it’s a queen size and what’s in the master bedroom is a king I’m a light sleeper so having a comfortable bed is a must my wife can have the bulk of the furniture she can either leave it for the next tenant or she can sell it I don’t care anymore the apartment I’ll be moving into is the one bedroom the previous tenant left it in a
sorry state so it needs some remodeling but I picked that specific one because not only will the rent will be far cheaper than the house I’ll be much closer to my job like I could walk or bike to work from there and I just might I haven’t ridden a bike in years because I never could get wifey to yet another thing she’s held me back from so when I move out one of the first things I’m going to do is buy a bike update three a few months ago I anonymously reported my M as a serious hoarder someone here commented I should report my mil’s
hoarding to the fire marshal and at the time I decided to do it because I was angry and wanted to get back at her for stealing my collection from me and making my life hell Mill had been building a horde in her house since my wife was a teenager the house was filled nearly to the brim with rotten garbage and was rodent infested I’ve actually seen rats there I made a call to the city from a number I Googled at first I thought nothing came of it as weeks went by but I guess someone looked into it because mil’s house was given an
inspection the house was found to be an even worse shape than I thought it was not only a serious fire hazard to itself and everything around it and rodent infested there were also some exposed electrical wires a roof leak that’s gone unfixed for years that caused bad rot damage and black mold the outside of the house didn’t look that bad and it was in a neighborhood full of old houses that looked similar which is likely why no one reported it till I did my setbacks W figured out it was me who reported her mother what with the timing and all she
came home and ranted to me about all the things her mother told her the inspector found and how her mother was likely to lose her house now but it was only a matter of time before something like that happened if I didn’t report her mother someone else eventually would have sit Beck screamed at me that I was a horrible deceitful person I asked her if she wanted to be the pot or the kettle then reminded her of all the reasons why we were separating I ended up losing my cool and ranted at her saying that her enabling of her mother
caused this her acting like her mother stealing my Irreplaceable skeleton key collection I’ve spent a DE decade building wasn’t important caused this and her selfish unilateral decision making and bratty Behavior ever since we got married caused this couples are supposed to make decisions together instead she just kept making them for us both without even asking my input so I made a unilateral decision of my own for once and reported her mother’s hoarding which needed to be reported anyway because it’s a danger to her and the
people around her I told steex w i was long sick of just sucking it all up all the time and just letting things pass while they acted like I was the bad guy and walked all over me her mother would get nothing more from me and maybe she wouldn’t be as crazy once she’s no longer living in a house filled with fumes of rotten garbage rodent excrement and black freaking mold sit Beck’s W just walked away sniffling and cursing me yeah I know I went too far I’d been reduced to being just as Petty as her I made that call because I was angry but I
had no choice but to stand by that decision after I’d done it Mill ended up demanding my EST Beck’s w foot the cost of cleaning and restoring the house but she couldn’t afford it from what I heard Mel went off on her with her demands and told her to get the money any way she could even demanding I pay for it since I was the one who reported the house she even said to sue me but steex W told her it wouldn’t work the house was in exceedingly poor shape rotten garbage exposed wires roof leaks rot and black mold no one should be living in that
when Steck W tried to tell her mother she couldn’t afford pay for the house to be cleaned and renovated her mother actually attacked her like like a wild animal she hit and scratched her multiple times and tried to pull her hair out that’s when it happened M had a heart attack on the spot going ape on her daughter must have triggered it set Beck called 911 while looking for aspirin in the house but by the time help had arrived her mother had expired set Beck W came home with a police officer in toe for some reason and was
absolutely mad screaming at me about what just happened to her mother she said this was all my fault and in all of her ranting I found out her mother had a weak heart it’s the real reason why she was on disability the officer had to separate steex W from me and she fell onto the couch sobbing I hated mil with a passion but I wasn’t trying to end her life I still feel great guilt over this from what the police officer said and from what my CeX W said I pieced the story together and later typed it out but just couldn’t bring myself to post
it I was still racked with guilt that evening when I found out my mother-in-law had passed away stex W managed to calm down long enough to speak to the police officer more clearly about what happened but she also kept shifting between blaming herself and blaming me I asked her from across the room why I was never told about her mother’s heart condition and she yelled it was none of my damn business but it explains why Mill used to dramatically put her hand on her chest and cry so many times when she wasn’t getting her
way my setbacks W ended up going crazy in the bathroom she’d been using since we started sleeping separately she asked the police officer for a moment to herself then just went crazy after shutting the door she came out a few minutes later looking angry but but calm then told me I was cleaning that mess up she packed her bags again and left the house for the motel once more and told me she wouldn’t be coming back unless it was to get her stuff I was so guilt-ridden that I was hardly able to function for days back then and had to
take leave from work because of stress migraines I basically spent 3 days on the couch hopped up on meds but after that I got my ass in gear again my friends all tell me it wasn’t not my fault I didn’t know and milil was crazy either way what’s done is done and I have to live with it
