{"id":15706,"date":"2024-08-22T03:48:58","date_gmt":"2024-08-22T01:48:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/?p=15706"},"modified":"2024-08-22T03:48:58","modified_gmt":"2024-08-22T01:48:58","slug":"my-mil-let-her-friend-use-my-clothes-and-makeup-while-i-was-on-a-business-trip-karma-worked-on-them-better-than-any-revenge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/newzdiscover.com\/?p=15706","title":{"rendered":"My MIL Let Her Friend Use My Clothes and Makeup While I Was on a Business Trip \u2013 Karma Worked on Them Better than Any Revenge"},"content":{"rendered":"

My mother-in-law let her friend raid my closet while I was away. Little did they know, karma would step in with a shocking twist that made revenge look tame.<\/p>\n

Ever had someone raid your closet while you were away? Now imagine it\u2019s your mother-in-law\u2019s bestie playing dress-up with your designer clothes. I\u2019m Karen, 32, entrepreneur and mom, and I just lived through this nightmare\u2026<\/p>\n

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A couple of weeks back, I was packing my suitcase for a week-long business trip to New York when my mother-in-law, Janet, waltzed into my bedroom.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry about a thing, dear,\u201d she said, patting my arm. \u201cI\u2019ll take good care of Dave and your daughter Marly while you\u2019re gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

I forced a smile. \u201cThanks, Janet. I appreciate it.\u201d<\/p>\n

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As I zipped up my bag, Janet\u2019s eyes wandered to my walk-in closet. \u201cMy, you have such lovely things, Karen.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded, trying not to roll my eyes. \u201cThanks. Well, I\u2019d better get going. My flight\u2019s in three hours.\u201d<\/p>\n

Janet waved as I headed out. \u201cHave a safe trip, dear!\u201d<\/p>\n

Oh, what a sweetheart my MIL was, or so I thought. I welcomed her help with open arms. Turns out, I should\u2019ve kept them CLOSED.<\/p>\n

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Two days into my trip, I was in the middle of a meeting when my phone buzzed. It was a text from my neighbor and best friend, Lisa.<\/p>\n

Lisa: \u201cOMG, you\u2019re not going to believe this! Do you know someone named Sheryl?\u201d<\/p>\n

Me: \u201cSheryl? No, why?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lisa: \u201cWell, Sheryl, Janet\u2019s friend, is basically living in your house right now! She\u2019s wearing your clothes and using your makeup!\u201d<\/p>\n

Me (Freaking out): \u201cWHAT?! Are you serious? That\u2019s insane!\u201d<\/p>\n

Lisa: \u201cYou need to see this.\u201d<\/p>\n

A video popped up on my screen.<\/p>\n

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I excused myself and ducked into the hallway to watch it. My jaw dropped as I saw a middle-aged woman prancing around my living room in my favorite red dress, applying what looked like my Chanel lipstick.<\/p>\n

I called Lisa immediately. \u201cWhat the hell is going on?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Lisa said, sounding as shocked as I felt. \u201cThis woman\u2019s been coming and going from your house whenever Dave\u2019s not around. I thought maybe she was a relative or something, but then I saw her trying on your clothes and cosmetics through the window.\u201d<\/p>\n

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My blood boiled. \u201cThat\u2019s definitely NOT a relative. Thanks for letting me know, Liz. I\u2019ll handle this.\u201d<\/p>\n

I ended the call, my mind racing. Who was this Sheryl, and why was she playing dress-up in my house?<\/p>\n

I was about to explode! I can\u2019t believe this is happening. But with three more days of meetings, I\u2019ve got to keep my cool.<\/p>\n

When I finally got home, I burst through the front door, ready for a confrontation like never before.<\/p>\n

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\u201cJanet?\u201d I called out.<\/p>\n

Dave appeared from the kitchen, looking confused. \u201cHey, honey. How was your trip?\u201d<\/p>\n

I ignored his question. \u201cWhere\u2019s your mother?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s upstairs with Marly. What\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

Without answering, I stormed up to our bedroom. The sight that greeted me made my stomach churn.<\/p>\n

My walk-in closet looked like a tornado had hit it. Clothes were strewn everywhere and makeup containers were left open and crusted over. But what made my heart stop was my wedding dress, crumpled on the floor with a massive red wine stain.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat just happened here?\u201d I gasped.<\/p>\n

Janet appeared behind me, holding Marly\u2019s hand. \u201cOh, Karen! You\u2019re home early. We were just about to tidy up.\u201d<\/p>\n

I whirled around, and I swear I could\u2019ve devoured Janet alive. \u201cTidy up? TIDY UP? Janet, what have you done to my things?\u201d<\/p>\n

Janet simply shrugged, like it was no big deal. \u201cNow, dear, don\u2019t get upset. It was just a bit of harmless fun.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHarmless?\u201d I sputtered. \u201cMy wedding dress is ruined!\u201d<\/p>\n

Dave rushed in, his eyes widening at the mess. \u201cMom, what\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n

Janet wrung her hands. \u201cWell, you see, my friend Sheryl was in town, and she had a date. She needed something nice to wear, and since Karen has such lovely things\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

I cut her off. \u201cYou let a complete stranger USE MY CLOTHES AND MAKEUP?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSheryl\u2019s not a stranger,\u201d Janet protested. \u201cShe\u2019s my best friend. I thought you wouldn\u2019t mind. She was just BORROWING them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dave\u2019s face darkened. \u201cMom, that\u2019s completely out of line. You had no right to touch Karen\u2019s things, let alone let someone else use them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Just then, the doorbell rang. Dave went to answer it, and I heard an unfamiliar voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, hello! I\u2019m Sheryl. Is Janet here?\u201d<\/p>\n

I stormed downstairs, ready to give this Sheryl a piece of my mind. She stood in the doorway, a smirk on her face that quickly faded when she saw me.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, you must be Karen,\u201d she said, her voice sickeningly sweet. \u201cI hope you don\u2019t mind that I borrowed a few things. Janet said it would be fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. \u201cActually, I do mind. Very much.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sheryl\u2019s smirk returned. \u201cOh, come on now. What\u2019s a little sharing between friends?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re not friends,\u201d I said through gritted teeth. \u201cAnd what you did wasn\u2019t sharing. It was trespassing and theft.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sheryl\u2019s eyes widened in surprise. \u201cMy, aren\u2019t we dramatic? It was just a bit of fun. No harm done.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was about to unleash a tirade when Dave chimed in, pointing at the door. \u201cI think you should leave now, Sheryl. And don\u2019t come back.\u201d<\/p>\n

As Sheryl huffed and left, I turned to Janet. \u201cI want you out of my house. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n

The next few days were tense. Dave was furious with his mother, and I was still seething. But as angry as I was, I decided to take the high road. I wouldn\u2019t stoop to their level.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet karma handle it,\u201d Lisa advised over coffee. \u201cWhat goes around comes around.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded, sipping my latte. \u201cYou\u2019re right. I\u2019m not going to waste my energy on revenge.\u201d<\/p>\n

Little did I know, karma was already working its magic.<\/p>\n

A week after the incident, my phone rang. It was Janet, sounding frantic.<\/p>\n

\u201cKaren, I need your help. It\u2019s Sheryl.\u201d<\/p>\n

I sighed. \u201cWhat about her?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s in the hospital. She had some kind of allergic reaction. Her face is all swollen and covered in a rash.\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. \u201cThat\u2019s terrible. But what does it have to do with me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Janet\u2019s voice dropped to a whisper. \u201cThe doctors think it was caused by the makeup she used. Your makeup.\u201d<\/p>\n

I tried to keep the glee out of my voice. \u201cOh, that\u2019s unfortunate. I hope she\u2019ll be okay.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s mortified,\u201d Janet continued. \u201cShe had to explain to the doctors how she got the rash. It was so embarrassing for her.\u201d<\/p>\n

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. \u201cWell, actions have consequences, Janet.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a pause on the other end of the line. \u201cI know, dear. And I\u2019m truly sorry for what we did. It was wrong of me to let Sheryl use your things without permission. Can you ever forgive me?\u201d<\/p>\n

I took a deep breath. \u201cIt\u2019s going to take some time, Janet. You really hurt me and violated my trust.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI understand,\u201d she said softly. \u201cI\u2019ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

As I ended the call, Dave walked in. \u201cWas that my mom?\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded. \u201cYep. Karma\u2019s already working its magic.\u201d<\/p>\n

Over the next few weeks, Janet bent over backward trying to make amends.<\/p>\n

She replaced all the makeup that had been used, paid for my wedding dress to be professionally cleaned, and even hired a closet organizer to put everything back in order.<\/p>\n

One evening, as we were putting Marly to bed, Dave turned to me. \u201cI\u2019ve been thinking about what happened with my mom and Sheryl.\u201d<\/p>\n

I raised an eyebrow. \u201cOh?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI think we need to set some clear boundaries with her. What she did was a major violation of our privacy and trust.\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. \u201cI couldn\u2019t agree more.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dave squeezed my hand. \u201cI\u2019m going to talk to her tomorrow. Let her know that if she ever pulls something like this again, she\u2019ll risk losing contact with us and Marly.\u201d<\/p>\n

I leaned in and kissed him softly. \u201cThank you for having my back.\u201d<\/p>\n

He grinned. \u201cAlways.\u201d<\/p>\n

The next day, Dave had a long talk with Janet. When he came home, he looked both relieved and a little sad.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did it go?\u201d I asked, handing him a cup of coffee.<\/p>\n

He sighed. \u201cIt was tough but necessary. I told her she needs to respect our boundaries if she wants to be a part of our lives. She cried a bit, but I think she finally understands.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded. \u201cAnd Sheryl?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMom promised she wouldn\u2019t be coming around anymore. Apparently, the whole makeup incident was pretty traumatic for her.\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t help but chuckle. \u201cWell, I guess karma really does work in mysterious ways.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dave wrapped an arm around me. \u201cYou know, I\u2019m proud of you for not seeking revenge. You took the high road, and it paid off.\u201d<\/p>\n

I leaned into him, feeling content. \u201cSometimes, the best revenge is just sitting back and letting the universe do its thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

As we stood there, I realized that this whole ordeal had actually brought Dave and me closer together. And as for Janet? Well, she was on her best behavior now, finally respecting our boundaries.<\/p>\n

In the end, I didn\u2019t have to lift a finger. Karma worked better than any revenge I could have plotted. Janet learned her lesson, Sheryl was out of our lives, and Dave and I were stronger than ever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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