When my fiancé Josh invited me to his parents’ lake house for a relaxing weekend, I pictured peaceful moments and family fun. Instead, I was handed a mop the moment we arrived. His mother immediately put me to work cleaning floors and toilets, making it clear I was there to prove myself. “We like our women capable,” she said with a smug smile, leaving me to grill dinner alone while she relaxed. I kept my cool, hoping to avoid conflict.
Later, when I asked to shower, she smiled and told me the indoor shower was “broken,” offering a basin and garden hose outside instead. So, there I was, freezing in the backyard while she enjoyed wine indoors. But the next morning, I overheard her on the phone, admitting she’d lied it was a test to see what kind of girl I was. I was furious but stayed quiet.
Then karma showed up. A plumber, who had a key to the house, came to fix a kitchen sink and accidentally caught my future mother-in-law showering inside proving the shower worked perfectly. Josh’s dad was shocked, and Josh confronted his mom about the lie. The truth hit hard.
We left that evening. Josh apologized for not standing up for me sooner, and I told him, “Some tests grade themselves.” Because sometimes karma doesn’t knock it walks right in with a plumber’s wrench while someone’s caught red-handed in a towel.