Mike and I had been married for eight years. No kids yet, but I thought we were happy. I worked full-time, split the bills, did everything a good wife does.
Then one evening, I came home a little late, and there she was — HER.
A very pregnant woman sitting on my couch. My heart skipped a beat, thinking she was a friend in need. But the look on Mike’s face told me everything.
“Hey, we need to talk,” he said casually. Then he dropped the bomb: “This is Jessica. She’s pregnant. With my child. We’ve decided to be together.”
I froze. Then he had the nerve to tell me TO MOVE TO MY MOM’S while they took the house. I was speechless. My bl:ood was boiling, but I kept my cool.
I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Okay, I’ll go away.”
Mike probably thought he’d gotten off easy. Jessica’s smile grew wider. Little did they know, the lottery was about to hit them backhard.
I packed a suitcase with some essentials, and left without another word.
I drove to my mom’s house. The next day, I set my plan in motion.
I marched in the bank like a woman on a mission. I froze our joint account faster than you can say “cheating jerk.”
The look on the bank manager’s face when I explained why was priceless.
Next, I visited a locksmith.
I remembered overhearing Mike tell Jessica they’d be gone for three days, giving me plenty of time to execute my master plan.
My next stop: my house – the same cozy house Mike and I once lived together.
The puzzled locksmith probably thought I was crazy, cackling as I had him change all the locks on the house.
Then came the movers.
I gave them the spare keys and scheduled them to pack up everything I owned, which was basically everything in the house. I even took the toilet paper. Let’s see how Mike and Jessica enjoy using leaves!
But the piece de resistance? I had a brilliant idea that would make this revenge not just sweet, but long-lasting.
I sent out party invitations to Mike’s family, our friends, his coworkers, even nosy neighbor.
The invitation read: “Come celebrate Mike’s new life! Surprise party at our house, tomorrow at 7 p.m.!”
Then, I commissioned a billboard. It was delivered and set up on our front lawn.
In giant, bold letters, it proclaimed: “Congratulations on Dumping Me for Your Pregnant Mistress, Mike! Hope the Baby Doesn’t Inherit Your Infidelity!”
I stepped back to admire my handiwork. With a satisfied smirk, I sashayed away from the scene, eagerly anticipating the chaos that was about to unfold.
The next evening, my phone rang. It was Mike.
“Michelle, What the hell is going on? Why are there people at our house? And what’s with this insane billboard?”, he screeched.
I said, trying to sound innocent. “Just a little housewarming party for you and Jessica. Don’t you like the decorations?”
“Decorations? It’s a freaking circus out here! And why can’t I get into the house?”
I couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, honey, you told me to move out, remember? You never said anything about you staying there. I just remembered that the house is solely under my name. So, I changed the locks. Oopsie!”
There was a long silence on the other end. I could almost hear the gears in his tiny brain trying to process what was happening.
“Where are we supposed to go?” he finally sputtered.
“Gee, I don’t know, Mike. Maybe Jessica’s mom would love to have you? I hear pregnancy hormones and in-laws mix really well.”
In the days that followed, I had the utilities cut off, canceled the cable, and made sure all our joint assets were transferred into my name. I listed the house for sale, making sure to mention in the listing that it came with a “bonus front lawn art installation.”
I had Mike served with divorce papers at work. I specifically requested the mailman to dress up as a pregnant woman. Just for funsies.
But the universe wasn’t done with Mike yet. Oh no, it had saved the best for last.
A week later, I got a call from Jessica. She was crying so hard.
“Michelle,” she sobbed, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know… I mean, Mike told me you two were separated. And now… now he’s broke and homeless, and I’m pregnant, and I don’t know what to do!”
I almost felt bad for her.
“Well, Jessica,” I said, trying to keep the glee out of my voice, “I hear the circus is always looking for new acts. Maybe you two could start a juggling duo? You juggle the baby, he juggles his lies?”
She didn’t appreciate my humor. Tsk! Tsk!
As it turns out, when Jessica found out that Mike was now homeless, broke, she decided that maybe being with a guy who had no money, no house, and no future wasn’t such a great idea after all.
She dumped him.
Last I heard, Mike was living in a tiny apartment, trying to scrape together enough money to pay bills and feed his hungry belly. His family had cut him off, disgusted by his behavior.
They even sent me a fruit basket and a sorry card.
As for me? The house sold for a nice profit. I moved to a beautiful new place, started my own business, and adopted a cat. I named him Karma.
My Controlling MIL Stole My Dog Because She Didn’t Trust Me as a Mom — Here’s How I Took Back Control
My controlling MIL became unbearable after I gave birth, but I hit my limit when she stole the family dog, claiming it was a threat to the baby. I gave my husband an ultimatum that shattered family ties, but a bittersweet reunion years later healed us.
There’s a kind of quiet that only happens when a baby sleeps. I sat on the sofa, cradling my coffee cup while Bear, our Newfoundland, sprawled across the rug beside the bassinet.
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Bear had been my shadow for five years, ever since my husband brought him home as an anniversary gift for me. Now, he’d just expanded his watchlist to include our newborn, Sophie.
Sophie stirred in the crib, her tiny fist punching the air. I sighed, setting my cup down and crossing the room.
“Hang on, sweet pea,” I murmured, peeking over the crib’s edge.
Bear nudged my leg, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I realized he’d brought me Sophie’s burp cloth from the sofa.
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“Okay, clever boy,” I said, holding the drool-soaked burp cloth at arm’s length. “We’ve got to get your drool situation under control before she starts crawling. Deal?”
His tail wagged, and I swear it was a yes.
And then, like a sudden thundercloud, the front door opened. The sound of heels on hardwood made my stomach clench. I didn’t even have to look up.
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Karen breezed into the room, her eyes immediately locking onto Bear and the drool-soaked burp cloth in my hand. Karen’s expression twisted in distaste.
“You’re letting that thing slobber all over the baby’s things?” she said, gesturing wildly. “That’s unsanitary! At least put the dog outside.”
“Bear’s fine,” I said evenly, crossing to the laundry basket to grab a clean burp cloth. “He’s not hurting anyone.”
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Karen sniffed, her gaze sweeping the room like a TSA agent at an airport. “A big dog like that doesn’t belong anywhere near a baby. You think it’s cute now, but wait until he gets between you and the baby. You don’t know what he’s capable of.”
That one hit harder than I expected. My chest tightened, but I forced a laugh. “Bear? Dangerous? He’s a giant marshmallow.”
“Exactly,” Karen said, crossing her arms. “He’s too big. You don’t understand how dangerous dogs can be — it only takes one second for something to go wrong.”
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The door opened again, and thank God, my husband, Tom, walked in, shrugging off his coat.
“Hey, everyone,” he said, his grin fading slightly as he took in the scene. “What’s going on?”
Karen turned to him with the air of a woman making a dramatic announcement. “We were just discussing the dog. He needs to go, Tom. It’s only a matter of time before he harms the baby.”
“Mom,” Tom interrupted, holding up his hands. “The worst Bear’s gonna do is slobber Sophie to death.”
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Karen muttered something under her breath and started rearranging the baby things. She loudly criticized the state of our home and tried to snatch Sophie out of my arms when I started burping her after her feed.
“That’s not how you burp a baby!” She cried.
Bear let out a low woof, and Karen dramatically retreated from him.
“See? I told you he was dangerous. Put the dog outside right now, or better yet, get rid of him!”
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This carried on for two weeks! Karen called or showed up unannounced every day, and every day, she fired off criticism like an army sniper. It was driving me crazy. And every time I mentioned it to Tom, he brushed it off.
“She’s just being protective,” he’d say. “Her heart’s in the right place.”
But today, Karen was back, and the tension in the house could’ve snapped like a rubber band. She glared at Bear in his usual spot, then did something completely out of bounds.
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She marched over to Bear, grabbed his collar, and yanked on it. “You’re going outside right now!”
Bear dug his heels in and growled low in his throat.
“Let him be! He won’t allow you to take him away from Sophie.”
“He’s far too possessive,” she hissed, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. “It’s dangerous.”
“Bear is protecting her,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “You’re the one antagonizing him, Karen.”
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“Enough!” Her tone dripped with authority, like she was addressing a rebellious teenager. “I’m only thinking of Sophie’s safety. You’ll thank me one day.”
When she finally left, I stood on the porch, clutching Sophie to my chest while Bear sat at my feet. I watched Karen’s car disappear down the street and sighed.
“Guess we’ll have to talk to Dad about Grandma, huh?” I murmured to Sophie.
I carried Sophie inside and set her down for a nap.
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Bear settled beside her crib like usual, his head resting on his paws. I ruffled his fur and whispered, “Good boy,” before heading to the kitchen to start dinner.
An hour later, Tom came home. He kissed me on the cheek, kicked off his shoes, and headed straight for Sophie’s room.
A moment later, his voice called out, tense and confused. “Where’s Bear?”
I frowned, wiping my hands on a dish towel. “What do you mean? He’s with Sophie.”
“No, he’s not. He’s — he’s gone.”
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The words knocked the air out of me. I rushed to Sophie’s room, my stomach twisting with dread. The sight of Bear’s empty spot beside her crib sent my heart plummeting.
“Maybe he’s in the backyard,” Tom suggested, already heading for the sliding door.
We searched the entire house, calling Bear’s name until our voices cracked, but he wasn’t there.
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Tom went out to search the neighborhood while I dialed every animal shelter in town, stumbling over my words as I described Bear. Nobody had seen him.
When Tom returned, his face was pale and drawn. He took one look at me and sank onto the sofa.
“First thing tomorrow, we’ll print posters and hang them up around town,” he said.
I stayed up long after Tom went to bed, pacing the living room.
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My thoughts raced, darting between every awful possibility. And then, like a thunderclap, the thought struck me: Karen.
It made sense except for one detail: how? I’d watched her leave. There was no way she could have taken him without me seeing. And could she really stoop so low? Could anyone?
I wanted to wake Tom, but the words felt too damning to speak. So I stayed silent, the fear and suspicion curling around me like a storm cloud.
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Karen showed up unannounced the next morning, as she often did. My stomach twisted as I opened the door and saw her standing there with her polished smile. I immediately told her about Bear and asked if she’d watch Sophie while we put up posters.
“Of course, I’ll watch Sophie! And don’t worry so much about the dog. It’s probably for the best, dear,” she said breezily.
Her words hit me like a slap, but I forced myself to stay calm.
“We’ll be back soon,” I said, grabbing my coat.
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As Tom and I drove through the neighborhood, stapling posters to light poles and taping them to storefront windows, Karen’s words echoed in my mind. “It’s for the best.” What did she mean by that? Did she know something?
When we got home, Karen was in the rocking chair, humming softly as Sophie slept in her arms. She looked up as we walked in; her smile serene and unbothered. But I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Where is he?” I asked, my voice sharp. “What did you do to Bear?”
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Karen blinked, her face a mask of innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do,” I said, my hands balling into fists. “Don’t play dumb, Karen.”
She sighed dramatically and set Sophie down in the crib. “Fine! Yes, I took him. Someone had to think of Sophie’s safety since clearly you won’t. You’re too blinded by your emotions to make the right decisions.”
Tom stepped forward, his voice low. “Mom… please tell me you didn’t.”
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Karen’s chin jutted out defiantly. “I did what had to be done. He’s at a shelter now. Somewhere you won’t find him, so you can’t bring him back here to endanger my granddaughter.”
The room spun. I didn’t even realize I was crying until Tom touched my shoulder.
“You had no right,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “He’s part of our family. Sophie loves him. You… you need to get out of my sight, right now, Karen, before I do something I regret.”
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For the first time, Karen looked truly shocked. But she straightened her shoulders, collected her bag, and left without another word. The sound of the door slamming echoed through the house, but it didn’t bring any relief. Only silence.
That night, the house was unbearably quiet. Tom sat at the dining table, looking up shelters on his phone. His jaw was tight, and his fingers tapped restlessly against the screen. I stood by the sink, gripping the edge of the counter as anger and heartbreak churned in my chest.
“She’s never going to stop, Tom,” I said, breaking the silence.
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My voice trembled with exhaustion, but I forced the words out. “She’s never going to respect me — or us.”
Tom sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know she went too far this time, but… she’s protective. She thought she was doing the right thing.”
I turned to face him, my eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. “The right thing? She stole Bear! And she’s not protective, she’s controlling. She’s manipulative. And you keep making excuses for her like it’s okay. It’s not.”
“She’s my mom,” he said quietly, as if that excused everything. “She just wants what’s best for Sophie.”
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I felt the dam inside me break, and the words spilled out in a rush. “This isn’t just about Bear, Tom. It’s about her always treating me like I’m not good enough. And you; you sit there and let her do it. You play devil’s advocate while she undermines me, over and over again.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off, stepping closer. “If you won’t stand up for me and our family, then we’re done. I mean it, Tom. I can’t do this anymore.”
Tom’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked like I’d slapped him.
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“You’re right,” he said softly, his voice thick with regret. “I’ve been an idiot. I thought I was keeping the peace, but all I’ve done is let her poison everything. I’m sorry.”
I stared at him, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
He hesitated, but only for a moment. “No more visits. No more calls. I’ll tell her she has one chance to fix this, and unless she tells us where she took Bear, we’re going no-contact.”
I nodded, my throat too tight to speak, and Tom pulled me into his arms. I let myself sink into his embrace, the weight of the past weeks finally starting to lift.
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Two years later
Karen never told us where she took Bear, so we cut all ties with her and started fresh in a neighboring city.
Sophie had grown into a curious, talkative toddler, and Tom and I were closer than ever. Still, Bear’s loss lingered like a dull ache. His photos hung on the walls, and Sophie would sometimes point to them, asking, “Doggy? Where doggy?”
The grief never really went away. We’d talked about getting another dog, but nothing felt right. Bear wasn’t just a pet; he was family.
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One crisp fall afternoon, Sophie and I went to the park. Sophie toddled beside me, clutching a bag of breadcrumbs for the ducks. We stopped by the pond, and she giggled as the ducks quacked and flapped their wings.
“Look, Sophie,” I said, pointing to a group of people flying kites nearby.
The colorful shapes danced against the sky, and I smiled, expecting her to squeal with excitement. But when I turned back to her, she was gone.
My heart stopped.
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My eyes darted around the park, and then I saw her close to the edge of the pond, reaching for a waddling duck.
“Sophie!” I screamed, sprinting toward her.
She stumbled, her tiny foot catching on the uneven ground. I realized with a sickening jolt that I wasn’t going to reach her in time.
Before I could process what was happening, a blur of dark fur shot past me, barking loudly. Even in my panic, I recognized that bark immediately.
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The massive dog reached Sophie in seconds, gripping the back of her shirt gently in his teeth and pulling her away from the water’s edge. My breath caught in my throat.
“Bear?” I whispered, my legs giving out beneath me as I fell to my knees. “Oh my God… Bear!”
He turned, his big brown eyes meeting mine, and his tail wagged so hard it sent leaves flying. He bounded toward me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, sobbing into his fur.
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Sophie squealed with delight, hugging Bear’s side as he licked her face. His tail thumped against the ground, and I laughed through my tears, unable to believe what I was seeing.
A man and woman came running over, their faces pale with worry.
“Cooper!” the woman called. “Oh, thank God.”
They stopped short when they saw us, their expressions a mix of relief and confusion. Bear licked my cheek, then broke free of my embrace and ran over to them.
“Is that… your dog?” I asked, my voice trembling.
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The man nodded. “We adopted him from a shelter a couple of years ago.”
My heart twisted painfully. “He used to be my dog, but then…” I broke off as I started sobbing all over again. “Thank you for giving him a home. I can see… he loves you very much. For two years, I’ve worried about what happened to him, but now… now I know he’s okay.”
We exchanged numbers, and they invited us to visit him whenever we wanted. As Bear trotted away with his new family, Sophie waved, her little voice ringing out: “Bye-bye, Doggy!”
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Though it hurt to let him go, I knew he was happy. For the first time in years, I felt a sense of peace. Bear had found his place, and so had we.
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