After a hectic work trip, I returned home eager to relax, only to find my closet filled with pink dresses—my clothes were gone.
I met my now-husband, Blake, through a dating app. Our first date at a local burger joint revealed his charming side. As we dated, I was introduced to his mother, Paula, and we quickly became friends. Our families approved of our relationship, leading to a wonderful wedding and, two years later, the birth of our daughter, Eliza.
Life was good until I returned from a week-long trip and found Earl, Blake’s father, at our house. After greeting them, I headed to my bedroom, only to discover my closet was filled with pink dresses—long, short, ruffled—you name it. My clothes were nowhere to be found.
Furious, I confronted Blake. He revealed, “We gave your clothes to charity. Dad and I thought you should dress more… feminine.”
“Who gave you the right to give away my clothes?” I shouted. Blake insisted I should be grateful for the new dresses, while Earl chimed in about setting a better example for Eliza. I was outraged and stormed out.
A closet with pink clothes | Source: Midjourney
I called Paula, knowing she would support me. When I told her what happened, her face flushed with anger. “How dare they!” she exclaimed. She quickly devised a plan, and later that evening, we returned to my house wearing pink dresses.
“Paula? What are you doing here?” Earl asked, surprised.
“I just found out what you both did to Alice,” Paula said. “You like deciding what women should wear, huh?”
Paula then pulled out two pink tuxedos from her bag. “From now on, I expect you both to wear these every Sunday dinner to set a good example for our granddaughter.”
Blake and Earl were stunned. “You can’t be serious!” Blake protested.
“This is happening,” Paula said. “You should be grateful; after all, it’s free shopping!”
She began jotting down items in the house they loved, lining up replacements for Blake’s favorite leather recliner and Earl’s barbecue grill, claiming it would match their ‘masculine tastes.’
The look on their faces was priceless. They knew Paula would follow through.
In the end, they never touched my closet again. I sent the pink dresses to charity after Paula made Blake and Earl pay for my new clothes. We went on a free shopping spree, restocking my wardrobe with comfy clothes.
I feel so lucky to have a mother-in-law like her!
