My mother-in-law tried spoiling my birthday by sending me something horrendous as a gift. But this time, I refused to take her bullying and abuse, and with my husband’s help, I finally got revenge and the upper hand.
Two weeks ago, there was a knock at the door after lunch, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. The day, which happened to be my birthday, had started beautifully as I received calls from friends, warm hugs from family, and lots of love from my husband and our child. But little did I know that it was about to get messed up in a big way!
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Mark was in the kitchen, wiping down the counters while our baby napped upstairs. I opened the door to find a delivery man holding a massive carton wrapped in bright, cheery paper. It was almost comical how oversized the box was, taking up nearly the entire doorway.
“Who on earth…?” I muttered to myself stunned as I helped the delivery man maneuver the box inside. Mark walked in, curious.
“Wow, that’s a big one! Who’s it from?” he asked, leaning against the wall with a slight smile.
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I shrugged, equally perplexed. As I started to untie the ribbon and peel back the wrapping paper, a small note slipped out and fluttered to the floor. I picked it up, instantly recognizing the handwriting. My heart sank.
“From the wonderful woman who gifted you a husband.”
I read it aloud, my voice tinged with disbelief. My husband’s smile faltered, and he took the note from me, frowning.
“It’s from your mother,” I said, my voice flat.
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A quick flash of tension tightened Mark’s features before he masked it with a reassuring grin. “Maybe it’s not as bad as you think, Jane,” he suggested, trying to stay positive.
I wanted to believe him, but my gut told me otherwise. From the moment we met, my mother-in-law (MIL), Linda, made no secret of her disdain and dislike for me. It wasn’t anything overt at first, just small, cutting remarks.
“Oh, you work in marketing? How… quaint,” she would say, with that half-smirk of hers. “My son deserves someone who can match his intellect, don’t you think?”
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Over time, the comments became more pointed, especially after Mark and I got married.
“You know, in our family, we value tradition. A woman’s place is at home, taking care of her husband and children. I hope you’re up for the task, dear,” she’d say. She also never missed a chance to remind me of my modest background.
And when I had our baby, her disapproval only deepened. She never visited us at the hospital, nor did she come by when we got home. Instead, she sent a terse email: “I trust that you’re both managing, though I can’t say I’m thrilled about the influence you’ll have on my grandchild.”
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Mark tried to brush off her words, insisting she didn’t mean them the way they sounded. But they stung all the same. Now, with this enormous box in front of me, I was shocked and felt a knot of anxiety twist in my stomach. Was this her attempt at making peace? Or was it another passive-aggressive jab?
“Go on, open it,” Mark urged gently, though I could hear the unease in his voice.
With trembling hands, I tore off the rest of the wrapping paper, revealing a plain, nondescript box underneath. I hesitated for a moment before opening the flaps. The sight that greeted me made my heart drop.
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I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Inside was a mountain of clothes that were massive, outdated, and frankly, repulsive. They were all sized 3X and 4X. They were the kind of clothes that might have been fashionable fifty years ago, and that was being generous!
The fabric was dirty, frayed at the edges, and reeked of mildew, as if they had been stored in a damp basement for decades.
Linda’s birthday gift to Jane | Source: Midjourney
My hands shook as I realized what this was, a cruel, calculated insult. Linda wasn’t only mocking my modest background; she was trying to humiliate me in the most personal way possible!
Standing beside me, Mark turned pale as he took in the sight of the clothes. Without a word, he grabbed his phone and dialed his mother’s number immediately, his face hardening with each ring.
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When she answered, my husband didn’t waste any time! “Mom, what have you done!?” he snapped, putting the phone on speaker so I could hear both sides of the conversation. There was a moment of silence before Linda’s voice came through, cold and dismissive.
“What’s the matter, Mark? Don’t you appreciate a thoughtful gift?”
“A thoughtful gift? Are you kidding me?” Mark’s voice was rising now, a mix of anger and disbelief. “You intentionally sent my wife a box of rags that wouldn’t even fit a circus clown! What are you trying to do?”
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“I’m not trying to do anything, Mark. I simply thought Jane could use some new clothes,” Linda replied, her tone dripping with false innocence.
“New clothes? These are relics from the Stone Age! And they’re not even her size, Mom. This is disgusting!” Mark was shouting now, his face flushed with anger.
I stood there, feeling a mix of emotions. I felt hurt, anger, and something else I couldn’t quite place. Was it relief? Relief that Mark was finally seeing his mother for who she really was?
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Linda’s voice turned icy. “You’re overreacting. I just thought she might appreciate something different. It’s not my fault she has such simple tastes.”
My husband’s jaw clenched. “This isn’t about taste, Mom. This is about respect, something you clearly lack for Jane! I’m done with your games!”
He hung up the phone abruptly, his hands still trembling with rage. He turned to me, his expression softening as he comforted me. “Jane, I’m so sorry. I had no idea she would do something like this.”
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I swallowed hard, trying to steady my emotions. The hurt and anger I felt were overwhelming. “It’s not your fault, babe.” My MIL wasn’t being petty; she had made a calculated move to humiliate me on my special day! I couldn’t let her get away with this.
It was time for her to learn that her actions have consequences. When my husband saw the resolve in my eyes, to my surprise, he said, “Let’s teach her a lesson!” The plan we came up with was risky, but we felt it was the only way to show her I wouldn’t take her bullying anymore.
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We spent the next few hours documenting every item in that box. I took photos of each piece of clothing, ensuring I captured every stain, every tear, and every sign of neglect. I wanted to ensure there was no denying what Linda had sent me.
As we repacked the box, I suddenly had an idea. “Let’s add a little something extra,” I said, my voice laced with mischief. Together, we found a framed photo of the three of us: Mark, our baby, and me smiling and happily.
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I penned a note to go with it to send a specific message: “We may not fit your perfect image, but we are a family, and you can’t tear us apart.”
The next day, Mark called his father and sister, explaining what had happened. His father, always the peacemaker, sighed heavily. “I’m not surprised. She’s been like this for as long as I’ve known her. But this… this is a new low.”
His sister, Melanie, was more vocal. “That woman has lost it! I’m so sorry, Jane. She’s been unbearable lately. It’s time someone put her in her place.”
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With their support, we set our plan into motion. We invited Linda over under the pretense of a casual late birthday celebration, hoping she’d take the bait. To our relief, she accepted, no doubt expecting another opportunity to exert her control.
When the day arrived, Linda walked in with her usual air of superiority. We led her to her seat, and in front of her was a photo album with all the dirty clothes she’d gifted me cataloged. Curiosity made her open the album, and she gasped when she realized what she was looking at.
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“What is this?” she asked Mark.
“Don’t you recognize them? It’s the clothes you gave to Jane for her birthday. We decided to regift them to you.”
“I… I don’t remember gifting her any clothes,” she tried lying as her husband and daughter listened and watched closely.
Having anticipated that she’d try denying what she did, we asked her to follow us into the living room. She froze when she saw the massive box sitting in the middle. It was wrapped in the same paper she had used.
Linda shocked to see the wrapped up gift she sent Jane | Source: Midjourney
“Surprise!” I said with the same fake smile she always used around me. “We wanted to thank you for your generous gift, so we decided to give it back to you improved!” Linda’s eyes darted between the box and the gathered family, clearly confused.
Mark’s father and sister watched her curiously, waiting for her reaction. “Go ahead, open it and show them exactly what you got my wife for her birthday,” my husband encouraged, crossing his arms over his chest.
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Linda hesitated, but with everyone’s eyes on her, she had no choice. She tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box, her face draining of color as she recognized the clothes she had sent me. Then, she found the framed photo, her note to me, and another letter.
Her face flushed with anger, her hands shaking as she clutched the picture. “What is this?” she demanded, her voice wavering between shock and fury.
“It’s a reminder that no matter how much you try to belittle me, I’m not going anywhere. Mark and I are a team, and we’re raising our child in a home filled with love, not hate.”
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Stepping forward, my husband added, “You can either be a part of that or stay away. But we won’t tolerate any more of your games.” Mark’s sister, Melanie, grabbed the note my mother had included in her “gift” to me and handed it to her father.
Mark’s dad read it and shook his head in disappointment. “This is low, Linda. Even for you.”
Melanie nodded in agreement, her expression one of solidarity. “You’ve gone too far, Mom. It’s time to stop.”
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Linda stood there, speechless, her gaze shifting from the box to the faces of her family. She realized she was outnumbered, outmaneuvered, and exposed. There was no coming back from this.
Mark took a step closer, his voice firm. “If you ever do something like this again, Mom, you won’t be welcome in our lives. You need to decide what’s more important to you: your pride or your family.”
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Linda’s shoulders slumped as she muttered a barely audible apology. She quickly gathered her things and left the house. The door closed behind her with a finality that signaled the end of her reign of terror.
In the days that followed, she made a few tentative attempts at reconciliation, her messages laced with what seemed like genuine regret. But only time would tell if she truly meant them.
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As for me, I’d never felt more empowered. I managed to turn her cruelty back on her. And the best part? The rest of the family finally saw her for who she was! She might have thought she was clever, but in the end, I was the one who had the last laugh.
And that, my friends, is how I got sweet, epic revenge on my MIL without even breaking a sweat!
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A Sales Assistant Told My Wife She Wasn’t ‘Pretty Enough’ to Work in Their Store — I Returned a Few Days Later for the Perfect Revenge
A store assistant dared to bring MY wife to tears by being mean. She did that all because my spouse sought employment at the establishment she worked at. After hearing my wife’s tale, I took action to redress the situation. What I did ensured that the assistant would think twice when addressing anyone else!
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This is an exciting tale about pure and sweet revenge! My name is Thomas, and Emma, my wife, has ALWAYS had an eye for fashion. Her wardrobe is a testament to her impeccable taste. Not that I am biased or showing off, but my Emma knows all there is to know about the latest trends!
I mean, most days, she’s the one who dresses me. No, not because I am sexist and think it’s her job, but because she LOVES doing that. And to be honest, I look FANTASTIC each time, so I’m NOT complaining!
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For years, my wife skirted around her true passion. She did all sorts of jobs. Like being a receptionist, and a nurse at one point (sadly short-lived), and even dabbled in art. But she still couldn’t find her place.
Recently, my beloved wife decided to turn her passion for fashion (see what I did there) into a career. She started actively searching for a job in retail. Her thinking was that it would fit perfectly with her interests.
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When she got home all emotional one day, she told me the story of what happened. Emma explained that on that fateful day, she was at the shopping center in the afternoon. She then noticed a famous lingerie store with a “Now Hiring” poster on the window.
Excited, she revealed, “I immediately went inside to inquire! But boy, was I in for the shock of my life.” She shared how her excitement started dying down when she approached the sales assistant and tried to speak to her.
A store assistant sticking a “Now Hiring” sign | Source: Freepik
The rude woman didn’t even glance my wife’s way until she was DIRECTLY in front of her! A bit down but still quite enthusiastic, Emma asked about the job application process. Instead, the assistant looked her up and down with a sneer and an attitude. Then she delivered the stinging words:
“Look, hun, I don’t think you’re pretty enough for this job. NO CHANCE. Don’t even try, okay?”
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Before calming down enough to be able to tell me her story, my lovely wife was in tears when she came home. She was heartbroken by the cruel remark. I’ve never seen my wife so utterly devastated before, and my heart broke seeing her that way.
I wrapped my arms around her, trying to console her. “My love, don’t let her get to you. You’re beautiful and talented. You’re worth so much more than her words,” I said softly. “But why would she say that?” Emma sobbed. “I just wanted to apply for a job. I didn’t deserve that.”
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“She’s a small-minded person, my angel,” I tried consoling my wife. Seeing her so dejected made me FURIOUS! No one, and I mean NOBODY, should make my Emma feel this way, treat her that badly, and get away with it!
And you know what? As anger took over me, I figured it was high time someone showed that nasty assistant how wrong she was! I decided to give that sales assistant a lesson in humility she would NEVER forget!
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Over the next couple of days, I concocted a plan. I reached out to my friend Mike, who works in the fashion industry, to get his help. Mike was more than willing to assist when he heard what had happened.
“That’s unbelievable, man. Of course, I’ll help. Let’s give her a taste of her own medicine,” Mike said over the phone. A few days later, my plan was set in motion. I dressed well, with the help of my Emma, and headed back to the lingerie store.
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I had done my research enough to make sure the same sales assistant was working on that day. I then started pretending to browse the aisles, waiting for the perfect moment. When the store had only a few customers, I approached the assistant with a friendly smile.
“Hello, I’m looking to buy something special for my wife. Could you help me pick out a few things?” I asked. Her attitude changed immediately, seeing a potential big sale. She became attentive and started showing me various items.
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“Absolutely, sir! We have a fantastic selection. What’s the occasion?” she asked, her tone now sweet as we went around the store. “Just a surprise for my wife. I want to get her something really special,” I replied, pretending to be thoughtful.
“Great! How about this piece? It’s one of our most popular items,” she suggested, holding up a delicate lace set. “Do you think this would look good on her?” I asked, examining the lingerie. “Oh, definitely! It’s one of our best sellers. Your wife will love it,” she assured me.
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“Can you show me a few more options? I want to make sure I get the perfect one,” I said, keeping her engaged. As she showed me more pieces, I made small talk to keep her invested. “So, how long have you been working here?” I inquired.
“About six months,” she replied. “It’s a great job if you have the right look for it.” I nodded, pretending to be interested. “That’s interesting. Do they hire often?”
“Only when they really need someone. They’re picky about who they bring on,” she said with a hint of pride.
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After about thirty minutes, I told her I needed to step outside to call my wife for her opinion on one of the items. Instead of calling Emma, I called my friend Mike. He arrived quickly to enact his part of the plan.
We walked back into the store together. My pal approached the sales assistant and introduced himself. “Hi there,” Mike began, extending his hand. “I’m Mike Gladstone, a talent scout for a major fashion brand.”
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He acted impressed with the store, hinting it was a great place to find fresh talent. “I’ve been looking for someone with a unique look and a great personality. Do you think you might have anyone like that here?”
The assistant’s eyes widened with excitement. “Oh, really? Well, I’ve been told I have a great look for this sort of thing,” she said, clearly thinking this was her big break. Mike gave her a critical once-over and shook his head.
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“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you quite fit what we’re looking for,” he replied. “We need someone who STANDS OUT in the right way, you understand?” The assistant looked UTTERLY crushed!
Before she could respond, Mike turned to me. “What about you?” he asked, gesturing towards me. “You have an interesting look. Have you ever considered modeling?” The assistant’s jaw dropped! She was completely taken aback!
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I smiled and replied, “No, but I do have someone in mind who would be perfect for your campaign.” Without missing a beat, I said, “My wife, Emma. She’s stunning, confident, and absolutely beautiful inside and out.”
Mike nodded enthusiastically. “I’d LOVE to meet her. Let’s set up an interview.” I turned to the assistant, who was now pale and visibly shaken. Looking straight into her eyes to get the message across, I said:
“You know, it’s funny how perceptions can be so misleading. Maybe next time, YOU’LL think twice before judging someone based on their looks.”
A man talking to a female store assistant | Source: Midjourney
As we walked out, I could feel the assistant’s eyes burning into my back. Emma met with Mike later. Although she didn’t pursue modeling, the experience gave her a much-needed confidence boost.
“So, how did it go?” I asked my wife when she came back from her meeting with my friend. “It was AMAZING, actually! Mike was so kind and professional!” she beamed. “He said I had real potential,” she said, her face glowing with happiness.
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“I told you, darling! You have everything it takes,” I replied, hugging her tightly. That evening, Emma and I sat down for dinner, reflecting on the events. “I can’t believe you did all that for me,” she said, holding my hand across the table.
“I’d do anything for you, my love. No one gets to make you feel less than you are,” I said firmly.
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A week later, we were back at the shopping center. This time, Emma walked with newfound confidence. As we passed by the lingerie store, I couldn’t help but glance inside. The sales assistant was there, looking as if she was still recovering from the shock.
“Want to go in and browse?” I teased Emma. She laughed, shaking her head. “I’ve had enough of that store for a lifetime!” We continued walking, hand in hand, knowing that sometimes, the best revenge isn’t just a clever plan. It’s lifting up the ones you love and helping them see their true worth.
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So, that’s my story. Sometimes, the best way to handle things is to make someone realize how wrong they were in the most public and humiliating way possible. And trust me, seeing the look on that sales assistant’s face was something I’ll remember forever!
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