Everyone was set to come to my house for Christmas dinner this year, but days before, my brother and his wife suddenly showed up, asking to stay over. Although their visit was unexpected, I didn\u2019t mind much, until my sister-in-law pushed me to the edge with her unbelievable antics!<\/p>\n
A week before Christmas, my brother Ryan and his wife, Lindsey, arrived at our front door, bundled up and looking frazzled. Their heating system had broken down, and with the cold snap, their house had become unlivable. Despite my reservations, my husband, Nathan, and I welcomed them in, unaware of the disaster awaiting our kindness.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks for letting us crash here,\u201d Ryan said, setting their bags down in the hallway. \u201cWe might be here over the holidays because, for the life of us, we can\u2019t find an electrician during this time to assist us, but we\u2019ll keep trying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s no problem,\u201d Nathan replied, ever the gracious host. \u201cMake yourselves comfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n
At first, things were fine. But by the third day, my sister-in-law\u2019s (SIL) behavior was starting to wear on me.<\/p>\n
She monopolized our master bathroom, leaving damp towels and toiletries scattered everywhere, despite having full access to the guest bedroom shower. Worse, I noticed some of my sweaters and other clothes had mysteriously migrated into her suitcase, without her bothering to ask to borrow them!<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t want to cause a scene, but I couldn\u2019t help feeling irritated. Still, none of that compared to what I discovered on Christmas Eve morning!<\/p>\n
We were gathered for breakfast when I noticed something odd. The mantel in the living room, which had been lovingly decorated with garlands and stockings, looked\u2026 empty. My heart skipped a beat.<\/p>\n
\u201cHas anyone seen Mom?\u201d I asked, my voice trembling slightly. I was referring to the black marble vase holding my mother\u2019s ashes, which we had placed there to honor her wish to \u201cspend\u201d Christmas with us.<\/p>\n
This was supposed to be our first Christmas without Mom, who died after a short battle with cancer. On her deathbed, she\u2019d made my brother and me promise to keep her ashes with us in the same room where we celebrated Christmas so she could \u201cbe with us one more time.\u201d<\/p>\n
After this holiday, my brother and I were supposed to scatter her ashes at her favorite place\u2014the local river where she and our late dad had gone on their first date. But now she was just\u2026 gone.<\/p>\n
Lindsey looked up from her plate and gave me a nonchalant shrug. \u201cYou mean her ashes? I threw them out in the backyard. That vase scared me to death every time I saw it!\u201d<\/p>\n
The room fell silent. Time seemed to freeze as her words sank in.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did what?!\u201d I finally managed to choke out, my voice rising.<\/p>\n
\u201cI threw them out,\u201d she repeated, as if she were talking about a piece of trash. \u201cRelax, it\u2019s just ashes. Why are you all so dramatic?\u201d<\/p>\n
Fury erupted inside me, and without thinking, I shot up from my chair, ready to lunge at her. Nathan and Ryan jumped between us, holding me back!<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had no right!\u201d I yelled, tears streaming down my face. \u201cMom had one wish, and you\u2014how could you?!\u201d<\/p>\n
Lindsey rolled her eyes. \u201cIt\u2019s not like she\u2019s going to know!\u201d she retorted.<\/p>\n
Her indifference was a slap in the face! Shaking with rage, I stormed out to the backyard, praying it wasn\u2019t too late.<\/p>\n
I spent the next hour combing through the grass and the vase in the trash bin, but there wasn\u2019t much left to salvage. My mother\u2019s ashes, her memory, were gone!<\/p>\n
That night, I lay awake, seething! I wanted to kick Lindsey out right then and there, but Ryan\u2019s pleading look at dinner stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust wait until after Christmas,\u201d he\u2019d whispered at one point. \u201cPlease, we have nowhere to go at such short notice.\u201d<\/p>\n
I reluctantly agreed, but I wasn\u2019t sure how I\u2019d get through the next twenty-four hours without exploding!<\/p>\n
Around midnight, a bloodcurdling scream shattered the silence! Nathan and I bolted upright, exchanging alarmed looks before rushing upstairs. The smell hit us before we reached the door to Lindsey and Ryan\u2019s room\u2014a rancid, gut-wrenching stench that made my stomach turn.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat in the world?\u201d my husband muttered, covering his nose. We burst into the room to find Lindsey standing on the bed, clutching her hair and shrieking hysterically!<\/p>\n
The carpet, Lindsey\u2019s clothes, and some of mine were soaked with murky water, and a foul-smelling mess was oozing from the en-suite bathroom!<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my God!\u201d my SIL screamed. \u201cIt\u2019s everywhere! Do something!\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan tried to keep a straight face, but I could see the corners of his mouth twitching. \u201cWow,\u201d he said. \u201cLooks like the toilet backed up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy is it only this room?\u201d I added, unable to suppress a smirk. \u201cThe guest bathroom\u2019s fine and ours is working perfectly!\u201d I said a bit too gleefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cMust be some kind of Christmas miracle,\u201d my husband quipped, earning a glare from my brother\u2019s livid wife!<\/p>\n
My brother was crouched by the bathroom door, desperately trying to mop up the mess with a towel. \u201cHoney, maybe we should\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you dare \u2018honey\u2019 me!\u201d Lindsey snapped. \u201cDo something useful for once!\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t resist the opportunity to twist the knife. \u201cMaybe this is karma,\u201d I said, leaning against the doorframe. \u201cYou know, for what you did to Mom. This must have been her revenge\u2014she did have a wicked sense of humor, after all.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lindsey shot me a look that could kill! \u201cThis is your house! Your plumbing! Fix it!\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan stepped in before I could retort. \u201cWe\u2019ll call a plumber first thing in the morning,\u201d he said calmly. \u201cIn the meantime, maybe you two should sleep in the guest room after cleaning up what you can.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think I was right that the incident was a sign from Mom?\u201d I whispered to my husband as Lindsey whimpered and wailed, trying to salvage what she could. \u201cIf it wasn\u2019t, it sure feels like one.\u201d<\/p>\n
My SIL looked like she was about to explode, but Ryan gently guided her out of the room.<\/p>\n
As they passed me, I caught Lindsey muttering under her breath about how it wasn\u2019t her fault. I rolled my eyes and headed back to bed, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.<\/p>\n
The next morning, my brother woke up first and shared with Nathan and me how the toilet backed up that night when my SIL decided to use it. He was fast asleep and woke up when she screamed, slipping on the ooze as she made her way back to jump onto the bed!<\/p>\n
We couldn\u2019t help but laugh at the thought of Lindsey slipping in that stinky muck, and my brother even joined in!<\/p>\n
Sadly for Lindsey, her bad luck continued on Christmas Day. The plumber we called couldn\u2019t make it out until the day after Christmas, leaving us to spend the holiday with the mild stench of sewage lingering in the air.<\/p>\n
When we sat down for Christmas dinner with the rest of the family\u2014including cousins, aunts, uncles, and more\u2014my SIL was unusually quiet. She picked at her food while the rest of us laughed and exchanged stories.<\/p>\n
At one point, Ryan pulled me aside. \u201cThanks for not kicking us out,\u201d he said awkwardly. \u201cI know Lindsey can be\u2026 difficult.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDifficult?\u201d I raised an eyebrow. \u201cRyan, she threw away Mom\u2019s ashes!\u201d I hissed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d he sighed, running a hand through his hair. \u201cBelieve me, I didn\u2019t know she was going to do that. I\u2019m so sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, since my anger had brewed up again, I considered telling him to pack up and leave, but then I looked over at Lindsey. She was sitting stiffly at the table, her face pale and her eyes darting around nervously as if expecting another disaster to strike.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe this is punishment enough,\u201d I said finally. Ryan nodded, relief washing over his face.<\/p>\n
The rest of the evening passed without incident, though my SIL avoided me like the plague. When she tried to complain to the rest of the family about her ordeal, they sided with me without hesitation!<\/p>\n
\u201cYou threw away their mother\u2019s ashes?\u201d my aunt gasped. \u201cWhat were you thinking?!\u201d<\/p>\n
By the end of the night, my SIL was thoroughly humiliated, and I couldn\u2019t help but feel a sense of poetic justice.<\/p>\n
As Nathan and I were cleaning up after everyone had left, he gave me a sly grin. \u201cYou think Mom was with us today even though Lindsey spilled her out?\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed, shaking my head. \u201cIf she was, it sure feels like it and I really hope so!\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan put an arm around me and kissed the top of my head. \u201cWell, either way, Lindsey got what she deserved.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. Mom may not have been with us in the way we\u2019d planned, but in that moment, I felt her presence more strongly than ever.<\/p>\n
Sadly, Lindsey isn\u2019t the only horrible SIL, in the following story, a married man finds himself accused of trying\u00a0to cheat with his SIL\u00a0only to have her family turn against him. After proving the truth to his wife, they take on his SIL together and finally get revenge!<\/p>\n
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.<\/p>\n
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided \u201cas is,\u201d and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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