While I was in the hospital, my mother-in-law decided to celebrate her birthday at our house, invited 40 guests, and I was left with the dirty dishes and mess. I was furious and decided to get revenge on her
While I was in the hospital, my mother-in-law decided to celebrate her birthday at our house, invited 40 guests, and I was left with the dirty dishes and mess. I was furious and decided to get revenge on her.
When I was rushed to the hospital with suspected appendicitis, I never imagined it would end with surgery and three days of IVs and painkillers.
After the surgery, the doctor gave me strict warnings: no strenuous activity, no heavy lifting, no standing for long periods of time, so the stitches wouldn’t come apart. I dreamed of just going home, lying in my bed, and finally feeling better. But what I saw when I opened the door made me freeze.

Dirty boot prints stretched across the floor, and in the living room there were crumpled napkins, empty bottles, and overturned glasses. In the kitchen, a mountain of unwashed dishes, dried food scraps on the table, a sticky floor, and the smell of alcohol.
It felt like a hurricane had passed through the house. I stood there in disbelief, and only then did I notice a card on the refrigerator: “Happy Anniversary, Mom!” And then it all became clear.
While I was in the hospital, my mother-in-law decided to celebrate her anniversary at our house. She invited forty guests, threw a party at our expense, and then simply left, leaving the whole nightmare to me.
I felt anger rising within me. I knew there was no point in yelling. She would have said “it’s no big deal,” that “we’re family after all.” So I decided to act differently. I decided I had to teach my mother-in-law a lesson, and here’s what I did Continued in the first comment
First, I took pictures of everything—every plate, every footprint, every bottle. I specifically removed the timestamps from the photos so you could see exactly when it all happened.
Then I went around to the neighbors: one woman said she heard loud music and saw cars pulling up to our house. Another saw my mother-in-law greeting guests at the gate herself. That was enough.
While I was in the hospital, my mother-in-law decided to celebrate her birthday at our house, invited 40 guests, and I was left with the dirty dishes and mess in the house. I was furious and decided to get revenge on her.
I called a cleaning service, ordered a deep cleaning, carpet cleaning, window cleaning, and washing of kitchen appliances.
When it was all over, I saved all the receipts, adding the cost of medications and the taxi I had to call because my incision started to itch again after the stress.
Then I sat down at the table and wrote a short, matter-of-fact letter.
“Dear [mother-in-law’s name], While I was in the hospital after surgery, a celebratory party was held at my home to celebrate your anniversary. After the event, the house was left in a poor state.
I am enclosing photographs documenting the damage, as well as copies of receipts for cleaning, dry cleaning, and medications. The total expenses amounted to 62,700,000 rubles. Please reimburse me within ten calendar days. Sincerely, [my name].”
I printed everything out—the photographs, the receipts, and the letter itself—and sent it by registered mail with a return receipt. I placed a second copy on my husband’s desk. Without explanation.
While I was in the hospital, my mother-in-law decided to celebrate her birthday at our house. She invited 40 guests, and I was left responsible for the dirty dishes and the mess. I was furious and decided to get revenge on her.
On the third day, my mother-in-law called. Her voice was shaking with anger. She screamed that I was “disgracing the family” and that “that’s not how you treat your family.”
I calmly replied, “That’s not how you treat your family, throwing parties at home after surgery. I’m simply demanding compensation.” And I hung up.
A week later, a transfer arrived on my card for the exact amount indicated in the letter. No comment.
From then on, she never hosted a party at our place again.