Every time my in-laws visited, Monica would barge into our bedroom and claim it as her own. After years of tolerating the invasion, I finally had a plan.
Despite setting up the guest room, Monica dismissed it and took over our space—again. I smiled, said nothing, and let her settle in. But this time, I’d prepared: lace lingerie under pillows, adult toys in the bathroom, and massage oils everywhere.
The next morning, Monica looked pale and shaken. “We’ll take the guest room,” she muttered. I feigned surprise but helped with a smug smile.