In-laws are supposed to make life easier, right? Well, not in my case. This is the story of how I got my revenge on Linda, who thought she could get away with treating my eldest daughter, Tessa, like dirt.
I have two daughters. Tessa, 10, is from my first marriage, and Sadie, 4, is from my current marriage to Grant. Tessa is kind, quiet, and always tries to please everyone. Sadie is the opposite—full of energy and curiosity. While Grant adores both girls, Linda, his mother, has always treated them differently. And the problem? Tessa isn’t Grant’s “real” daughter.
For years, I tried to maintain peace, hoping Linda’s attitude would improve, but it never did. She would make snide comments about Tessa’s appearance or “forget” her birthday, showering Sadie with gifts instead. Tessa, ever the sweet soul, never complained, but I saw the pain in her eyes. Grant dismissed my concerns, thinking his mother was just being quirky, but I knew better.
When my mother passed away unexpectedly, it was one of the darkest times in my life. We had to leave for the funeral, and despite my reservations, I allowed Linda to watch the girls. I knew Tessa would be uncomfortable, but in my grief, I had no other options.
When we returned home, the house was eerily quiet. Linda had left a note saying she took Sadie to the park, but there was no mention of Tessa. Panic set in. I searched the house until I found a faint light coming from the basement. My heart raced as I crept down the stairs, only to find Tessa curled up on the cold, dusty floor, fast asleep, her cheeks stained with dried tears.
“Grandma Linda told me to sleep here,” she whispered when I woke her. “She said Sadie is her real granddaughter and that I shouldn’t get in the way.”
Rage boiled inside me, but I didn’t explode. Instead, I comforted Tessa, vowing that Linda would never get away with this. And I knew just how to make sure she didn’t.
Linda took great pride in hosting her annual family reunion, so I offered to help her plan it. Behind the scenes, I casually mentioned to family members how Tessa had been left out, sleeping in the basement while we were at the funeral. The gossip spread, and by the day of the reunion, everyone was already whispering.
During the event, I presented a slideshow of family photos, slipping in a few shots of Tessa curled up in the basement. The room fell silent as everyone gasped in shock. Linda’s perfect image shattered in front of her entire family.
Linda hasn’t spoken to me since that day, but honestly, I don’t mind. Tessa knows I have her back, and no one will ever treat her like that again.