Monica always found a way to justify it: “It’s just a room,” she’d say, or, “You’re young, you can adjust.” My husband, Jake, promised he’d stand up to her, but when it came to his mom, he rarely followed through. This time, I decided things had to change. Before their arrival, I set up the guest room with care—fresh sheets, cozy pillows, even flowers on the nightstand. It was ready and waiting. But, as expected, Monica ignored it and moved straight into our bedroom without a second thought.
