Someone with long hair had been sneaking into our bedroom. I confronted Alex, but he still couldn’t believe Maya was capable of such things. One afternoon, I came home early and caught Maya red-handed, lounging on my side of the bed, wearing my expensive sweater, and using my iPad. She acted like she owned the place, laughing off my anger.
That night, I told Alex everything, and finally, he agreed to listen. Determined to prove what was happening, I started leaving my phone recording whenever I left the house. A few days later, I caught Maya admitting she’d been sneaking in, moving my things, damaging my clothes, and planting the hair from a salon floor to make me think Alex was cheating.
She wanted to break us apart because she believed I didn’t belong in their family. I changed the locks that weekend. When Maya tried to use her key, I was ready, confronting her with the recording. She was furious and tried to deny everything, but the evidence was undeniable. Alex and I stood united, telling her she wasn’t welcome in our home until she respected us.
After that, we went to counseling, rebuilt our trust, and set clear boundaries with Maya. She apologized and sought therapy, but only on our terms. This painful experience taught me a valuable lesson: trust is like a house key—you don’t give it to just anyone. And if someone abuses that trust, you have to protect yourself, sometimes by changing the locks.