My daughter-in-law said, “This is pig food,” when I invited her over for dinner. When my patience finally ran out, I didn’t regret what I did 
When my son recently got married, I sincerely hoped that his wife would be a kind, reasonable woman. But regrettably, things didn’t turn out that way. Due to my daughter-in-law’s unemployment, the young couple was unable to purchase a place of their own and moved in with me. I tried to welcome them with wide arms because I wanted peace at home, my son got married, and family is family.
That being said, I soon realized that my presumptions were wrong.
My daughter-in-law turned out to be extremely lazy. She would only get up at noon, go straight to the fridge, get something to eat, and then return to the room where she would spend the entire day lying with her phone. There were no offers of aid or questions about “what should I do?” or “how can I help?” as though the house took care of itself. She didn’t want to look for work.
I clean the floors. I cook. What I do is laundry. I had to wash the dishes for those two grownups, and she didn’t even think it was necessary to clean her own plate. When I attempted to suggest that there should be order at home and that something needed to be done, she either waved me away or didn’t seem to hear me:
“I’m not required to clean in someone else’s house,” she once remarked.
The thing that annoyed me the most was that she would spend hours on her phone, even when I asked her to do something as simple as handing the spoons or setting the table. It seemed like she didn’t hear me.
We spent a few weeks living that way. I persisted. Since my son is young and impressionable, I put up with it in the hopes that she would change. But I lost tolerance a few days ago because of something that happened.
My son has loved the hearty soup I cooked with homemade noodles and a high-quality meat broth since he was a small child. I put the pot on the heat and invited them to the table. The daughter-in-law reluctantly got up from the couch, went over, opened the pot lid, looked inside with disgust, and said:
This is what pigs are fed. I’m not going to eat this.
At that point, I lost my patience and did something I don’t regret. I genuinely hope you will agree with me when I say this.
You can’t imagine how internally broken I was at the moment. I wanted to delight my son and spoil them, so I put my all into that soup, and she
I can’t even remember how I lost it. I used the ladle to scoop up the soup and dumped it straight onto her head. Serve her some “pig food.”
I then opened up to her about all I had been suppressing:
— Pack up your things and leave my house. I will always welcome my son, but I never want to see you again!
She stood with soup streaming down her hair and blinked. Her pathetic appearance no longer bothered me. My kid, of course, tried to protect her, but I held my ground.
Anyone can voice their thoughts about mothers-in-law. My conscience is clear. I defended my home and my work.
