When my son married Amy a few months ago, they moved right into my house. At first, I thought it would be fine, but soon Amy started imposing little rules—what I could cook, who I could invite, even where I could sit. It felt like she was trying to control me in my own home. I bit my tongue for weeks to avoid drama, but then she crossed a line. I caught her trying to sell my late husband’s old car, one of the last keepsakes I had left of him. When I confronted her, she just froze. I told her families are built over decades, not months, and she can’t erase the life we built before she arrived.
My son finally backed me up, but the house feels toxic now. Amy’s not just living here; it feels like she’s trying to rewrite our entire family history, like my late husband and the past don’t matter. It leaves me wondering if I’m being too protective or if she’s totally out of line.
I’ve learned that setting boundaries early is key. Amy is new, and sometimes people overcompensate when they feel out of control. That doesn’t excuse her behavior, but it helps me understand it. Patience and clear communication might help balance the tensions.
Still, living with her is draining. I try to get out sometimes—to take a walk, meet a friend—to protect my energy and keep my patience. It’s a constant struggle to respect my son’s marriage while preserving my home and memories. I hope, in time, we can build new family traditions that include everyone without erasing our past.
