Lindsey shot me a look that could kill! “This is your house! Your plumbing!
Fix it!”
Nathan stepped in before I could retort. “We’ll call a plumber first thing in the morning,” he said calmly. “In the meantime, maybe you two should sleep in the guest room after cleaning up what you can.”
“Do you think I was right that the incident was a sign from Mom?” I whispered to my husband as Lindsey whimpered and wailed, trying to salvage what she could.
“If it wasn’t, it sure feels like one.”
My SIL looked like she was about to explode, but Ryan gently guided her out of the room.
As they passed me, I caught Lindsey muttering under her breath about how it wasn’t her fault. I rolled my eyes and headed back to bed, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.
The next morning, my brother woke up first and shared with Nathan and me how the toilet backed up that night when my SIL decided to use it. He was fast asleep and woke up when she screamed, slipping on the ooze as she made her way back to jump onto the bed!
We couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of Lindsey slipping in that stinky muck, and my brother even joined in!
Sadly for Lindsey, her bad luck continued on Christmas Day.
The plumber we called couldn’t make it out until the day after Christmas, leaving us to spend the holiday with the mild stench of sewage lingering in the air.
When we sat down for Christmas dinner with the rest of the family—including cousins, aunts, uncles, and more—my SIL was unusually quiet. She picked at her food while the rest of us laughed and exchanged stories.
At one point, Ryan pulled me aside. “Thanks for not kicking us out,” he said awkwardly.
“I know Lindsey can be… difficult.”
“Difficult?” I raised an eyebrow. “Ryan, she threw away Mom’s ashes!” I hissed.
“I know,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Believe me, I didn’t know she was going to do that.
I’m so sorry.”
For a moment, since my anger had brewed up again, I considered telling him to pack up and leave, but then I looked over at Lindsey. She was sitting stiffly at the table, her face pale and her eyes darting around nervously as if expecting another disaster to strike.
“Maybe this is punishment enough,” I said finally. Ryan nodded, relief washing over his face.
The rest of the evening passed without incident, though my SIL avoided me like the plague.
When she tried to complain to the rest of the family about her ordeal, they sided with me without hesitation!
“You threw away their mother’s ashes?” my aunt gasped. “What were you thinking?!”
By the end of the night, my SIL was thoroughly humiliated, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of poetic justice.
As Nathan and I were cleaning up after everyone had left, he gave me a sly grin. “You think Mom was with us today even though Lindsey spilled her out?”
I laughed, shaking my head.
“If she was, it sure feels like it and I really hope so!”
Nathan put an arm around me and kissed the top of my head. “Well, either way, Lindsey got what she deserved.”
I nodded, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. Mom may not have been with us in the way we’d planned, but in that moment, I felt her presence more strongly than ever.
Sadly, Lindsey isn’t the only horrible SIL, in the following story, a married man finds himself accused of trying to cheat with his SIL only to have her family turn against him.
After proving the truth to his wife, they take on his SIL together and finally get revenge!
