“Tell me the PIN to your card, Mom is at the store and wants to buy herself a phone”: my husband woke me up at seven in the morning, but neither he nor his mother had any idea what surprise I had prepared for them 

We’ve been married for almost three years, and during that time I became exhausted to the very last drop. I worked from morning until night, carried the entire household, groceries, bills, every expense — and my husband, all this time, didn’t even try to look for a job.

Before the wedding he worked here and there, doing odd jobs. But when we started living together, he somehow decided that I was now obligated to support him.

But the worst part was his mother. My mother-in-law was convinced that her son should fully provide for her: gifts, clothes, medicine, trips, whims — all of it, in her mind, should be “on his account.”

And she didn’t care at all that “his account” was actually my money, my salary, and my tears after yet another sleepless night.

My husband regularly gave her money — the money I earned — bought her gifts, transferred her money “for little things.” I stayed silent, endured it, thinking that family meant compromise, that you shouldn’t ruin relationships.

But lately they had crossed every possible line. My mother-in-law started messaging me almost every day with things she “needed”: cosmetics, a new blouse, help with her loan. My husband constantly repeated that “Mom has to live well.” And me? To them, I was nothing but a walking wallet.

That day was my only day off. I could finally sleep. I had just closed my eyes when the bedroom door flew open. My husband yanked the blanket off me, leaned over, and said in a tone as if I were his servant:

— Tell me the PIN to your card. Mom is at the store and wants to buy a new phone.

I lay there half-asleep, trying to understand what was happening. He knew perfectly well that my salary had been deposited the day before and that I hadn’t spent a single cent. I turned to him and calmly said:

— Let her buy it with her own money.

That’s when he exploded. He started shouting that I was stingy, that I didn’t respect his mother, that “Mom deserves the best.” He insulted me, threatened me, demanded the PIN. And at that moment I realized: enough. No more patience, no more respect, no more trying to save anything. I had a plan — very quiet, very simple, and very painful for them.

I gave him the PIN. But afterward I did something I don’t regret for a single second  Continued in the first comment 

He left immediately, satisfied, without even thanking me. I closed my eyes and waited for the bank notification. As soon as I saw the withdrawal — almost my entire salary gone to buy his mother’s new phone — I got up, took my phone, and called the police.

— My card was stolen, — I said calmly. — The money was taken without my consent. Yes, I know the address of the person who did it. Yes, I’m ready to give a statement.

A few hours later my mother-in-law was arrested right at her home. The phone she had bought with my money was still in her hand. She was taken to the station, where she tried to whine that “her son had allowed it.” But the card was in my name. The payment — without my consent. Legally — pure theft. She now faces a fine or even criminal charges.

And my husband… My husband stormed home in fury, yelling that I had ruined his mother’s life.

I quietly packed his things, put the suitcase by the door, and said:

— For three years you lived at my expense. That’s enough. Go support your mother on your own.

And I closed the door in his face.