My DIL Treats Me like Her Server, So I Decided to Teach Her a Lesson on Christmas

Following the passing of Lucy’s husband, Ron, she relocates to live with her son and daughter-in-law until she finally reaches a point when she is able to make her next move. It is a wonderful beginning, as Eve treats her with the same level of care that she would give to her own mother. But eventually, Eve becomes overly comfortable and begins to delegate all of her responsibilities to Lucy.

Isn’t it supposed to be simpler to live once you reach retirement age? I do not agree. Since my husband, Ron, passed away a month ago, I’ve been accustomed to subsisting solely on the money I’ve saved. Because I had lived with Ron for such a long period, being in that house by myself was an overwhelming experience for me.

After that, I inquired with my sole child, Connor, about the possibility of residing with him and his wife, Eve, for a period of time.

I was hoping for tranquility, but all I got was commotion.

The house was vacated, and I handed my son the monthly rent as a demonstration of my good faith. I did this because I did not want them to believe that I would remain in the house for an endless amount of time. Connor is an information technology technician who puts in long hours, while Eve is a homemaker. A room on the first floor of their house was made available to me by Connor.

“So, you don’t have to worry about your knees and the stairs,” he said as he was carrying my baggage in on the first day of the trip.

There was no problem at all.

At first, Eve was the most desirable. Even though I urged her not to and that I could handle everything on my own, she continued to do things like cook and clean the dishes for me.

However, after that, things started to shift.

From the time we were cooking and taking care of the house together, Eve eventually handed over all of the responsibilities to me. It was not anything that I minded doing at all. Because Connor and Eve had invited me into their house, I felt it was important to express my appreciation to them formally. However, the issue was that these weak knees had been worn out.

In any case, Eve invited me into the living room a few days before Christmas, while she was giggling away at a movie that was playing on the television.

“Lucy,” she said. “Once you have finished doing the laundry, I would appreciate it if you would go out and purchase groceries for both tonight’s dinner and the Christmas feast as well. There will be nine individuals coming over. Prior to your departure, I will hand over the money to you.

That came as a bit of a surprise to me. The majority of the time, Eve and I would go food shopping together; nevertheless, this was the very first time that she had commanded me to do it in such a comprehensive manner.

And at that moment, it hit me like a ton of bricks: the longer I stayed with Connor and Eve, the less of a visitor I was in the house, and the more of a caregiver I became for the home.

I decided that rather than getting worked up about everything, I would try to teach Eve a lesson. Coming from a large family, I had always been familiar with the process of preparing meals and providing food to a large number of people.

To fast forward to Christmas dinner, the house is now filled with the aroma of mouthwatering cuisine, which is enough to make anyone’s mouth water out of anticipation. That lunch was the culmination of my efforts. Whether it was through the recipes, the ingredients, or the minute details that went into each meal, I wanted to demonstrate affection and the love that I have for the food that I have prepared.

After some time had passed, the visitors came and started nibbling on the canapés and mulled wine that I had prepared for them. After that, we arrived at the meal, and the accolades began to pour in after that.

A buddy of Connor’s shouted out, “Aunt Lucy,” and Connor responded. What a wonderful dish this is! Is it true that you prepared all of it youself?

I remarked, “I did, Ross,” with a sense of pride.

I was able to observe how Connor’s smile grew wider with each compliment that was directed toward me. The presence of his mother, who expressed a desire to provide food for him and his guests, appeared to make him happy. In addition, I was happy with myself in my own way. This was the first Christmas that Ron had not been present, and it was a challenging time.

The cooking diverted my attention away from my own considerations of him.

After that, what about Eve? When I looked at the poor thing after that, it appeared to have a different perspective on me. At long last, she came to the realization that I was more than just someone she could delegate her responsibilities to.

“Lucy,” she remarked as she assisted herself to the cranberry sauce. “I doubted that you would make so many delicious things!”

“Thank you, Eve,” I murmured, expressing my gratitude for the relatively short amount of time remaining in the day and the fact that everything appeared to be on track.

While Connor was entertaining the visitors in the living room, Eve and I were gathering our belongings after the feast. Eve had a look of envy on her face as I glanced across at her.

The fact of the matter is that I could comprehend that. If the people who came to my house for dinner had a good time dining there, then I would want to receive compliments as well. On the other hand, it was not the case because Eve had thrown everything at me.

“Lucy, would you be willing to talk to me?” she asked me.

“Sure,” I concurred. “What’s on your mind, Darling?”

The name brought a grin to her face.

For some reason, I was unaware of how much you do around the house. Because I wanted to take it easy, I added it to your load. I hope you enjoy it. “I am truly sorry.”

A smile appeared on my face at that moment. This was a lesson that had been learned.

Because it was, I said, “It’s more than fine,” because it was. “I just need you to know that as much as I want to help around the house, I’m old, and my knees aren’t the same anymore.”

She said, “We make a great team,” and I agree. We should go ahead and put our feet up, shall we? Let me brew you a cup of tea, shall we?

Ultimately, it was a Christmas miracle because Eve went back to being the daughter-in-law that I had known, rather than the woman who sat on the couch and dictated to me how things should be done. I am currently receiving a massage from Eve while we are sitting outside. Every thing appears to be in the right place.

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