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Father-in-law asked to wash his feet, explaining to Tem that I should take care of Hum as I would my own husband. Marina was preparing dinner in the kitchen when her father-in-law knocked on the door. He had just returned from the dacha, tired and dirty. Marina’s husband, Oleg, was staying late at work, and her father-in-law, old and stubborn, decided to ask his daughter-in-law for help. “Marina,” he said, taking off his shoes and sitting down on a chair, “wash my feet, please. I’m tired, I have no strength.” Marina froze in place. She didn’t know how to react to such a request. Her mother had always taught her to respect her elders, but this seemed too much to her. She tried to explain: Further in the comments⤵️⤵️⤵️
NEIGHBORS HATED THE COLOR OF MY HOUSE AND REPAINTED IT WHILE I WAS AWAY — I WAS ENRAGED & TOOK MY REVENGE. My house is on a corner lot. Two years ago, a newlywed couple moved in next door and immediately made weird comments about my house’s yellow color. Soon, they outright DEMANDED I paint it a different color. My house has always been yellow; I love it, and there’s no rule against it. They called the police and the city on me, but both told them to back off since I hadn’t done anything wrong. They even tried suing me (the suit got tossed, and they had to pay my legal fees) and attempted to rally our neighbors to form an HOA to force me to repaint. Our neighbors told them to get lost, so now they’re alienated by everyone. I had to go out of town for two weeks, and when I got back, my house was GRAY. I almost drove past it because I’m so used to my yellow house. The neighbor from across the street came over and showed me pictures he took of the painting company setting up and doing the work. He and another neighbor called the police, but the painting company had a valid work order and had been paid, so the police couldn’t do anything. It seemed everything done to my house was legal and no damage was done. But I was enraged and planned my revenge. Next day, I…⬇️
I FOUND MEN’S HAIR LOTION IN THE BATHROOM EVEN THOUGH MY HUSBAND IS BALD — ITS SECRET BROKE MY FAMILY OF FOUR Y’all won’t believe what I came home to the other day. There it was, sittin’ right on the bathroom shelf: a bottle of men’s hair lotion. Now, this seemed real strange ’cause my husband is as bald as a billiard ball. So, when my husband got back from work, I asked him about it. “Whose lotion is this?” I said. He took one look at it and his face went all red. “Where did you find this?” he asked. “In the bathroom,” I replied, confused. He started yellin’, “What?! So, you’ve been cheatin’ on me? How else could it have gotten there?” And then he stormed out of the room. That evening, we had ourselves a big ol’ fight. He was so jealous, he ended up sleepin’ on the couch. I swear on my mama’s grave, I hadn’t been unfaithful. The whole thing just felt off. Then, the very next day, I spotted my neighbor, Susie, who’s only 18, buyin’ the same exact lotion at the store nearby. I told myself, “It’s just a coincidence,” but I couldn’t help but ask, “Hi, Susie. Why do you need men’s hair lotion?” HER ANSWER ABOUT KNOCKED ME OFF MY FEET. “IT’S NOT FOR ME, IT’S FOR”⬇️
