On my mother-in-law’s birthday, I dumped a plate of spaghetti on her head and kicked her friends out – all because I overheard what they said… 
The past year has been the hardest of my life. After I was fired from my job, my husband and I couldn’t afford the rent. He was covering all the expenses alone, but it soon became clear: we couldn’t manage without help. So we had to move into my mother-in-law’s apartment. For me, it was humiliating, but I had no choice.
From the very beginning, living under the same roof with her turned into a nightmare. She didn’t like anything: how I cooked, how I cleaned, even how I spoke. And every time I dared to argue with her, she would throw the same phrase in my face:
— If you don’t like it, you can pack your things and leave.
I held back, stayed silent, but anger was building inside me. And recently, the day came when my patience finally ran out.
It was my mother-in-law’s birthday. She demanded that I cook dinner – she wanted to show off to her best friends how well her daughter-in-law cooks. I, as always, decided not to cause a scene. I bought good ingredients, spent the whole day in the kitchen, and made spaghetti Bolognese.
When her friends arrived, at first everything went smoothly. They smiled, laughed, and praised my food. For a moment, I even thought maybe I was being too harsh on them. But as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I heard a whisper.
After hearing what they said, I returned to the living room, grabbed the plate of spaghetti, and dumped it with all my strength on my mother-in-law’s head. She immediately started crying, and her friends laughed even louder.
I looked at them and, without holding back my fury, shouted:
— Serves you right, pathetic creature! And you, snakes, if you don’t want to clean the pasta off her head – get out of this house immediately!
The friends went silent, lowered their eyes, and quickly ran out of the apartment.
I’ll tell you exactly what they said and why I acted this way – share your advice. The continuation is in the first comment 
I heard my mother-in-law say in a hoarse voice:
— Not much longer now. I’ve already turned her life into hell, and my plan will work.
One of her friends added:
— My daughter still loves your son. She’s waiting for him to get divorced. Don’t worry, he’ll forget about this wife quickly.
Another friend smirked:
— And what if the daughter-in-law gets pregnant? Your son won’t leave a pregnant woman. What will you do then?
But the worst was hearing my mother-in-law’s own words:
— That’s not a problem either, I’ve thought of everything. Every day I mix pills into her food so she can’t get pregnant. My son must not tie his life to such a worthless woman.
Those words hit me harder than a slap. I returned to the living room, grabbed the plate of spaghetti, and dumped it with all my strength on my mother-in-law’s head.
The next day, my husband and I packed our things and left. Since then, we haven’t had any contact with my mother-in-law.
