Tired of in-laws thinking they rule the world? These 5 epic stories of entitlement, revenge, and well-deserved karma will have you laughing, gasping, and fist-pumping. From savage clapbacks to Grandma’s iconic takedown… payback’s about to get real.
Buckle up for a rollercoaster ride through the most awkward family dynamics known to humanity. Ever wondered what happens when entitlement meets its perfect match? Spoiler alert: It’s not pretty, but it’s hilariously satisfying. Sometimes the universe has a wicked sense of humor… and perfect timing. These stories? They’re about to prove that karma is definitely not just a myth.
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Story 1: My Future In-Laws Pretended Not to Know Me during Their Lunch — a Week Later, I Taught Them a Proper Lesson
I’m Cora, a successful biologist engaged to Nathan.
From day one of our meeting, I knew something was off about his parents, Evelyn and Robert. Cold shoulders, sidelong glances — they never quite welcomed me into the family. The breaking point came during a chance encounter at a restaurant, where they deliberately pretended not to recognize me.
“They did WHAT?” My best friend Vanessa nearly spit out her coffee when I told her how my future in-laws had completely ignored me at a restaurant.
“Pretended they didn’t even know me,” I sighed. “Can you believe it?”
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“What kind of people do that?” Vanessa shook her head. “To their own son’s fiancée?”
“Well, guess it’s time to serve up a slice of humble pie!” I said, a plan already forming in my head.
At the rehearsal dinner, I decided to turn the tables. When his parents approached, acting all polite and fake, I played innocent.
“I’m sorry,” I said with a perfectly straight face, “do I know you?”
Their jaws dropped. His mother stammered, “What? We’re Nathan’s parents!”
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I kept up the act, looking confused. “Nathan, honey, have we met these people before?”
The look on their faces was priceless. Shock. Embarrassment. A taste of their own medicine.
But it was just the beginning. When my parents arrived (both renowned surgeons), the dynamic shifted completely. His parents’ curiosity was eating them alive.
“So, what do you do?” his mother asked me, clearly trying to sound interested.
I smiled. “Oh, I run a research laboratory. It’s a family business.”
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The transformation was instant. Suddenly, I wasn’t just some woman their son was marrying. I was someone with connections and success.
“You… own a laboratory?” his mother asked, her tone dramatically different from before.
“Indeed,” I replied coolly. “Family’s been in the scientific research field for years.”
Nathan squeezed my hand under the table, barely containing his laughter. He knew exactly what I was doing.
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His father, who had been so dismissive earlier, now listened with rapt attention. The same man who’d previously looked at me like I was beneath them was now hanging on my every word.
“We judged you too quickly,” his mother finally admitted. “We’re sorry.”
I looked her straight in the eye. “My worth isn’t defined by what you think of me. It’s defined by who I am.”
The silence was deafening. But it was a silence of respect.
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As we left the dinner, Nathan turned to me. “You were incredible.”
I grinned. “Someone had to put them in their place.”
“And you did it perfectly,” he laughed. “Without even breaking a sweat.”
The best revenge, after all, isn’t anger. It’s success. It’s walking into a room and letting your accomplishments speak louder than any words ever could.
Sometimes, all it takes is one perfectly executed moment to change everything.
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Story 2: My Greedy In-Laws Demanded That I Give Them My New House – I Never Expected This Person to Stand Up for Me
I never thought I’d find an ally in my husband’s family… especially not in the one person I least expected.
My journey with John’s family was complicated from day one. They were the epitome of professional success. His parents were both lawyers, his sister a doctor, and his brother an entrepreneur.
And me? I came from a different world entirely. My dad was a firefighter and my mom a nurse. We didn’t have fancy titles or prestigious careers, but we had something far more valuable — love and respect.
“So, what do your parents do?” my sister-in-law Judith would ask, her tone dripping with judgment.
“My dad’s a firefighter and mom’s a nurse,” I’d reply, my chin held high. “They taught me the value of hard work and kindness.”
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“Oh, how… quaint,” she’d sneer, while her daughter Emily would add with a smirk, “Hard to imagine what you and John have in common.”
At family gatherings, the air would be thick with unspoken criticism. They’d nod politely when I spoke, then quickly change the subject. It was clear they saw me as an outsider. As someone who didn’t belong in their carefully curated world of success and status.
I’d catch whispers. Overheard conversations that cut deep. “She’s not one of us,” Judith would say. Even John’s Grandma, who ran a successful business, seemed to view me with a mix of curiosity and reservation.
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But I loved John. And despite his family’s attitude, we got married. Our wedding was beautiful and filled with love from my family. But his side? They made sure to cast shadows of disapproval.
“You should have had the reception at a country club,” Judith commented. John’s father’s toast was more a backhanded critique than a celebration.
Then came the house. I saved every penny, designed it myself, and even made some furniture. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was MINE. My family helped by contributing a quarter of the cost. When I invited John’s family to see it, I was nervous but proud.
“It’s YOURS?” my mother-in-law exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What did you do to get it?”
“I bought it,” I said calmly. “With my money and my family’s help.”
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“Family?” she scoffed. “What could they give you?”
And then came the moment that would change everything.
“You know, we can give you our house,” she declared, “but we want you to give us this one. You can’t live in a better house than we do.”
The room fell silent. Before I could even process the audacity of her demand, a familiar voice cut through the tension like a knife.
“Hold on a minute!”
Grandma was standing, her eyes blazing with a fury I’d never seen before.
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“This is her house, bought with her hard-earned money and her family’s support. How dare you even suggest taking it from her?”
Everyone turned to look at Grandma. My mother-in-law looked like a deflated balloon, her mouth opening and closing without a sound.
“But, Mom…” she began, but Grandma wasn’t having any of it.
“No buts!” she snapped. “You should be ashamed of yourselves. This young woman has worked hard for what she has, and you should be proud of her, not trying to take it away.”
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My father-in-law, usually so confident, suddenly found his shoes incredibly interesting. He shuffled uncomfortably, unable to meet Grandma’s fierce gaze.
“We just thought—” he started, his voice weak.
“I don’t care what you thought!” Grandma’s voice was firm as steel. “This house belongs to her, and you will respect that. If you can’t, then you don’t deserve to be part of this family.”
The silence was deafening. I stood there, stunned. This was the same Grandma I thought had been judging me all along. And now she was my most unexpected defender.
“Thank you, Grandma,” I said, my voice shaking with emotion.
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Her expression softened. “You’re welcome, dear,” she said warmly. “You deserve to be treated with respect and kindness.”
Turning back to my in-laws, she added, “I suggest you start acting like the family you claim to be. Show some respect and be grateful that she’s part of our family.”
My mother-in-law mumbled something under her breath, her face burning with embarrassment. She grabbed my father-in-law’s arm, and they practically scurried out of the house.
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After they left, I turned to Grandma, still in disbelief. “I thought you disliked me.”
Grandma chuckled, raising an imaginary glass. “I’ve always respected you, dear. It just takes some people time to show it.”
Her words gave me hope. Maybe things would change. Maybe, just maybe, my in-laws would see me for who I truly was.
For now, I was just grateful to have Grandma on my side… the most badass defender I could have ever hoped for.
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Story 3: My Daughter’s In-Laws Took Almost All Money I Gave My Kid for Her Wedding, Making Her Look like a Pauper, So I Struck Back
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw the wedding photos. My daughter Jinny’s special day — the day I had saved every penny for — had been reduced to a cheap, tacky nightmare. As I sat in my empty kitchen, staring at the images of a rundown café and a hideous dress, my heart shattered into pieces.
“I can’t believe this,” I muttered to myself, my hands trembling.
I had been sick, but my daughter’s pain became my medicine. Determination fueled my recovery. I followed my doctor’s advice religiously, took my medications, and slowly regained my strength. There was only one goal: to help my Jinny.
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When I surprised her by showing up at her doorstep, her eyes filled with tears. “Mom?” she whispered, falling into my arms.
“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere until we fix this,” I promised her.
Jinny revealed the painful truth. Her in-laws, Diane and Charles, had convinced her to transfer the wedding funds to their account, claiming they would pay the vendors directly. Instead, they used the money for home repairs and a new car.
I wasn’t going to let them get away with this.
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I hired Lucas, a private investigator, and Madison, a lawyer. Together, we began digging into Diane and Charles’s past. Lucas uncovered a shocking history of scams and deceitful actions that went back years.
“We’ll set up a family meeting,” I told my legal team. “But this won’t be an ordinary gathering.”
I meticulously planned our confrontation at an upscale restaurant. With evidence projected on the screen, I waited for Diane and Charles to arrive. When they did, smug and unsuspecting, I was ready.
“This is the evidence we’ve gathered about the money you took from Jinny’s wedding fund,” I declared, my voice steady and strong.
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The look on their faces was priceless — from smug confidence to pure horror. Nathan, my son-in-law, was devastated. “Is this true?” he demanded from his parents.
But I wasn’t finished. I contacted Evelyn, a reporter friend, and shared our story on camera. The viral exposure was immediate and brutal. Diane and Charles faced public humiliation, lost their home, and were forced to repay every single cent.
With justice served, Jinny and I planned a new wedding… and this time, everything was perfect. I watched my daughter walk down the aisle, surrounded by people who truly loved her.
“Now you know that a mother can do anything for her child!” I thought to myself.
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The journey wasn’t easy. Nathan struggled with the betrayal by his own parents. But our family found strength in truth and love. We stood together, unbroken by the deceit that had threatened to tear us apart.
As I watched Jinny and Nathan, I realized that sometimes being a mother means more than just loving. It means fighting, protecting, and never giving up. No matter the obstacle, no matter the cost, I would always be there for my daughter.
And that’s a promise I intend to keep.
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Story 4: My Neighbors Called Me & Complained about My In-Laws’ Actions – I Gave Them the Green Light to Put Them in Their Place
When my husband David and I prepared for a month-long project in California, we made what seemed like an innocent decision: asking his parents, Miriam and Richard, to house-sit.
Little did I know this would turn into a boundary-crossing nightmare that would require a neighborhood-wide intervention.
David was excited about the opportunity, and his parents seemed thrilled to help. “We’ll take care of everything,” Miriam assured us with a sparkle in her eye. Despite my gut feeling of unease, we packed our bags and headed to California, hoping for the best.
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A week into our trip, everything went sideways. My neighbor Alice called with disturbing news. Miriam had thrown away my favorite purple curtains — cherished items I’d carefully selected for our home.
But that was just the beginning. She had also verbally attacked Alice for wearing shorts in her own backyard and was systematically disposing of my clothing. The cherry on the cake? She was hosting a barbecue that weekend.
I was furious, but instead of immediately confronting Miriam and Richard, I decided on a strategic approach.
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With Alice’s help, I assembled a neighborhood task force. We held a covert video conference, plotting our response with military-like precision.
The plan? Crash Miriam’s upcoming barbecue and show her exactly what crossed boundaries look like.
Our strategy was brilliant in its simplicity and humor. Everyone would wear the brightest Hawaiian shorts possible and bring tuna pies — a food Miriam absolutely despised.
Each neighbor had a specific role, transforming a potential family conflict into a neighborhood event of epic proportions.
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When the day arrived, the plan unfolded perfectly. As Miriam hosted what she thought would be a quiet family barbecue, our neighbors descended — loud, proud, and wearing shorts so bright they could signal aircraft.
Miriam was shocked, her face turning multiple shades of red as Alice and the others casually joined the party. On my way back home, I was watching everything unfold on the live video feed, thanks to Alice’s hidden videography skills!
“We’re here to enjoy the barbecue,” Alice said coolly, refusing to be intimidated.
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When Miriam threatened to call the police, I arrived and took control. I confronted her directly, listing her transgressions: throwing away my curtains, scolding my neighbors, and disposing of my clothes.
I gave her a clear choice — serve the barbecue, pay for the items she destroyed, or face potential legal consequences.
Seeing the determination on my face and the united front of our neighbors, Richard quietly advised Miriam to comply. Defeated, she served barbecue with a forced smile while our neighbors enjoyed a party that was part protest, part celebration.
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The message was clear: our home was not her personal kingdom to rule. Boundaries would be respected, personal property would be protected, and community support was powerful.
What started as a potential family disaster became a neighborhood legend… and a story of standing up to entitled in-laws with humor, strategy, and collective solidarity. My in-laws learned a valuable lesson about respect, and our neighbors became even closer in the process.
Sometimes, the best way to handle overstepping in-laws isn’t through heated arguments, but through a united, clever, and slightly mischievous approach that leaves everyone (well, almost everyone) laughing!
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Story 5: My Cold War with My Conservative In-Laws Ended Differently from What I Expected
When I first met my husband Jeremy’s family, I knew I was in for a challenging journey. As an immigrant with a completely different cultural background from their conservative family, every interaction felt like navigating a minefield of passive-aggressive comments and cultural misunderstandings.
My resilience came from a powerful lesson learned early in life. After losing my mother and adjusting to a new stepmother who constantly tried to upset my sister and me, a life lesson my mom had taught me became an invaluable skill: to smile through adversity.
This also became my secret weapon when dealing with Jeremy’s family, who seemed determined to make me feel unwelcome.
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The first family dinner was a masterclass in subtle hostility. Leona, Jeremy’s mother, went out of her way to make me uncomfortable.
She invited Jeremy’s ex-girlfriend Diane, who still maintained a close relationship with the family, and prepared a meal entirely composed of pork dishes — knowing full well I didn’t eat pork.
When I politely declined the food and asked for water, you could almost see the disappointment in Leona’s eyes.
But I refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing me upset. Instead, I killed them with kindness. I complimented Diane, praised the meal, and maintained a cheerful demeanor that visibly frustrated Leona.
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The family’s passive-aggressive comments rolled off me like water off a duck’s back.
Their attempts to exclude me continued. Family dinners became off-limits to me, though Diane remained welcome. Christmas was spent alone or with my sister. But Jeremy remained steadfast in his love and support, which only made me more determined to rise above their tactics.
The wedding became another battleground. I chose a vibrant wedding attire for the occassion. When all the women showed up wearing white — clearly an attempt to undermine our cultural celebration — I simply smiled and complimented their outfits.
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My colorful wedding attire spoke volumes, and the photos captured my triumph, with one memorable image of Leona looking distinctly sour.
The ultimate showdown came during a Christmas dinner I was asked to host.
Little did Leona know that I had been cooking since childhood. I prepared an incredible feast that would put any professional caterer to shame — mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, turkey, glazed ham, multiple side dishes, and an array of pies that impressed even Jeremy.
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When Leona accused me of hiring a catering company, Jeremy stepped in. He defended me firmly, telling his mother that she owed me an apology.
In a moment that surprised everyone, I approached Leona, got on my knees, and took her hands. “This isn’t a competition,” I told her. “I love your son, and I don’t want this cold war between us.”
It was a turning point. Leona’s facade crumbled, and we finally began to understand each other. What started as a battle of wills transformed into a genuine relationship of mutual respect.
My journey taught me that patience, kindness, and unwavering dignity can overcome even the most challenging family dynamics. By refusing to be provoked and maintaining my integrity, I not only won Jeremy’s family’s respect but also found a way to bridge our differences.
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And there you have it, folks — five gloriously messy tales proving that karma wears stilettos and serves justice cold (with a side of smug satisfaction). Whether it’s a savage comeback, Grandma’s fiery mic drop, or a neighborhood rebellion in Hawaiian shorts, one thing’s clear: entitlement has no match for a spine of steel, a killer plan, and a little help from your squad.
So next time an in-law acts out, remember: when petty goes high, you go legendary!
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Let’s keep the laughter rolling with these 11 Christmas jokes that might brighten your festive cheer.
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Our Youngest Granddaughter Accused Us of Choosing a ‘Disgusting’ Hotel as a Gift for Her Honeymoon — Our Lesson to Her Was Priceless
When Connie and Jim’s granddaughter, Mae, just got married, they decided to contribute to her honeymoon. But when they reveal their choice of hotel, Mae responds with entitlement, saying that they ruined everything for her. Instead of retaliating, the couple decides to teach her a lesson.
I’ve always been the doting grandmother. It was something that I looked forward to after having my children. I didn’t think that I’d share my story here, but this was too outrageous to keep to myself. This is how my husband, Jim, and I taught our youngest granddaughter a lesson she won’t soon forget.
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Our youngest granddaughter, Mae, is getting married. She’s always been a bit of a princess, expecting the best of everything.
“I’m high maintenance, Gran,” she would tell me, often while painting her nails or doing something of the sort.
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But because she’s the youngest, Jim and I got to spend the most time with her after we began slowing down with our jobs. So, when her boyfriend, Nathan, proposed, we were cautiously optimistic.
“I don’t think she’s rushing into it,” Jim told me as we sat down to breakfast one morning. “But I just wish that she would wait a little longer, you know, give us time to get involved in the wedding.”
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Jim loved Mae. And despite us having so many other grandchildren, she was definitely his favorite. He would move mountains for her just because she asked.
So, when her wedding rolled around, we were more than happy to oblige when she came to us asking if we could help pay for her honeymoon.
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We wanted to give her a memorable gift, and this was the best way we could contribute, knowing that she would love it. And more than that, it would be a lovely way for her to start her new life with Nathan.
“We’ll do what we can,” I told her when she picked me up so that we could go to her final dress fitting together.
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“But really, Gran,” she said enthusiastically. “It’s going to be great! And the fact that you and Grandad are doing it for me, that’s going to make it a lot more special.”
We got into the store and I watched my granddaughter change into her gown.
She looked absolutely stunning. I couldn’t believe that our youngest granddaughter was about to embark on one of the greatest adventures of her life.
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Afterward, Mae came home with me.
“I’m going off all carbs from next week, Gran,” she said. “But I’d kill for your fried chicken and mashed potatoes.”
“Coming right up, honey,” I said.
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As she made herself at home, I began to make my way around the kitchen. When Jim got in, Mae pulled out her phone and began scrolling.
“I’ve had some ideas about the honeymoon,” she said, showing us her phone.
“Right!” Jim exclaimed. “Show us what you have in mind.”
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Of course, knowing our granddaughter, it was going to be something lavish.
Mae showed us a luxurious resort in the Caribbean. The place was stunning but incredibly expensive.
“I’m sorry, honey,” Jim told her while I tossed the chicken in the hot oil. “But we just don’t have that kind of money.”
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Mae pouted, her eyes wide.
“But don’t fret!” Jim said quickly. “We’ll sort something out.”
I knew that even though Jim wanted to give Mae everything, there was no way that we could get Mae and Nathan to the Caribbean. But he just wouldn’t want to disappoint her.
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Mae left our home after eating with us, the topic of the honeymoon long forgotten as I did the dishes.
“We can’t afford it, Connie,” Jim told me as he poured himself another glass of juice.
“Then, we have to be open and honest with Mae,” I said. “She knows that we can’t spend a ridiculous amount of money just for her honeymoon. It’s not going to work.”
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“But I can’t disappoint her,” Jim said solemnly. “So, I’m going to look for something with the same aesthetic.”
My husband sat with his laptop for hours. Two cups of tea and hundreds of hotels later, we finally found one that had excellent reviews and was within our budget.
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We booked it and surprised Mae with the news over the phone.
“It’s all sorted! Your honeymoon is all booked and ready to go!” Jim said.
“That’s great, Grandad,” she said. “Send me the links and I’ll look at it in the morning.”
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I thought that she seemed grateful, but that didn’t last very long.
The next morning, as I was stirring oatmeal, Mae came over in a rage, her tone dripping with entitlement.
“Grandma, Grandpa,” she said. “I looked up the hotel you booked for Nathan and I. It’s just a joke, right?”
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Jim and I looked at each other, he frowned slightly.
Mae, on the other hand, continued to speak through the silence.
“This place is a dump compared to what I showed you. Why would you choose such a disgusting hotel? Are you really trying to ruin my honeymoon?”
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I was completely taken aback by Mae. Yes, she was spoiled. But she hadn’t been raised like this at all.
We had spent a lot of time finding a nice place and spent a significant amount of money on the hotel. I explained that we thought it was a beautiful hotel and that it had great reviews.
“Well, I guess it’s fine if you don’t care about making my honeymoon special. Thanks for nothing.”
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I was furious. I felt a sense of disappointment that I had never felt before. We all knew that Mae behaved a certain way, but I was so sure that she would have changed her ways silently.
She was on the threshold of becoming a wife.
“I don’t think she meant it,” Jim said, trying to make up for Mae’s attitude.
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“Stop, Jim,” I said. “Stop trying to make Mae seem like someone she’s not. We need to teach her a lesson.”
It took my husband some convincing, but he eventually gave in when he realized that he couldn’t change anything about Mae.
We started by calling the hotel and canceling the reservation completely. Then we moved on to the next phase of our plan.
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“It’s an upgrade, darling,” I said to Mae on the phone while Jim made us some hot chocolate one evening, a week before the wedding.
“It’s going to be better than the hotel we showed you!”
“Thanks, Gran!” Mae said.
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She said she was thrilled and couldn’t stop gushing about how grateful she was that Jim and I had finally changed the honeymoon plans for her.
On the day of the wedding, Jim handed her the envelope with the details. Inside, we included fake reservation documents for an extravagant resort that didn’t actually exist.
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Thanks to an editing site on the internet, the documents looked professional and real. We also included a note that said:
Enjoy your dream honeymoon, Mae.
Love, Gran and Grandad.
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The rest of their reception went well, with Mae and Nathan dancing along to three songs.
“Three, because we couldn’t decide on just one for the first dance,” Mae explained after.
Eventually, the cake was cut and the evening began to wind down with the bridal car ready and parked at the entrance of the venue.
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Nathan and Mae got in, not knowing that when they got to their honeymoon destination a few hours away, there wouldn’t be a reservation.
On cue, Mae called us later, fuming.
“What did you do? There is no reservation! Just a motel that looks like it needs to be fumigated! We’re stranded. How could you do this to me?”
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“Oh, darling,” I said. “It looks like maybe there was a mix-up. Maybe you should have appreciated the original gift.”
She was livid, but there was nothing she could do. They had to scramble for a room at the motel, and it wasn’t anything near the luxury she had expected.
They returned two days later, after Nathan had convinced her to make the most of their trip. Mae was still fuming, but we knew that she had learned a valuable lesson about gratitude and entitlement.
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She came over and asked me to bake her some cookies while we had a long conversation about her behavior.
“I’m sorry, Gran,” she said. “I know that I’m a lot, and I didn’t mean to be ungrateful. It was a humbling experience.”
Sometimes the best way to teach someone a lesson is with a bit of creative revenge.
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