For years, my MIL Monica took over our bedroom during visits-no asking, no shame. She trashed the place and told me to “stop being dramatic.” This time, I told her the guest room was ready.
She smirked, “We’ll see.” I came home and no wonder I found her in our bed. Again. Monica just grinned:
“THE GUEST ROOM GETS TOO MUCH SUN. WE’LL STAY HERE.”