My marriage to Richard has been blissful, but one constant source of frustration has been his mother, Monica. Her criticism and snooping have pushed me to my limits.
Monica’s antics began innocently enough, with backhanded compliments and subtle jabs at my household management. However, her true colors revealed themselves when she started rifling through our personal belongings.
The final straw came when she repeatedly attempted to enter our bedroom, claiming she needed to use the bathroom. I knew she was searching for something, but what?
Richard downplayed my concerns, chalking it up to his mother’s harmless curiosity. But I knew better. I decided to take matters into my own hands.
Before Monica’s next visit, I devised a plan. I decorated the bedroom doorknob with glitter, ensuring that anyone who touched it would be covered in sparkles.
As predicted, Monica couldn’t resist the urge to snoop. She ascended the stairs, and her scream echoed through the house as she discovered the glitter trap.
Covered in gold glitter, Monica resembled a disco ball, her rage and humiliation palpable. Richard and Sally were shocked, but I stood firm.
“This wouldn’t have happened if you respected our privacy,” I said, my message clear.
Monica and Sally stormed out, leaving a trail of glitter behind. Richard confronted me, upset about the embarrassment.
But I remained resolute. “Your mother’s constant snooping is unnecessary. Sometimes drastic measures are needed to make a point.”
The glitter trap achieved its goal; Monica hasn’t attempted to enter our bedroom since. Mission accomplished.
Was my approach too extreme, or was it justified? The debate continues, but one thing’s certain – boundaries have been established.
