
I Came Home to Find My MIL Had ‘Redecorated’ My Kitchen, and My Husband Sided with Her – I’d Had Enough and Taught Them a Lesson
When I came home after a long, exhausting week away, all I wanted was peace. A quiet evening. Maybe a cup of tea in my favorite kitchen — the one place that still felt like mine. But instead, I stepped into what looked like a bubblegum explosion. My kitchen — my carefully designed, lovingly built kitchen — was drenched in pink paint and floral wallpaper. Not soft, gentle flowers, but loud, screaming ones. And standing right in the middle of it all, holding a paint roller like a trophy, was