My mother-in-law demanded to share a hotel room with my husband during our anniversary trip

The trip we had planned to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary was supposed to be a chance to rekindle our bond and enjoy some romantic moments together. Instead, it turned into a complete nightmare when my mother-in-law decided she simply couldn’t take her eyes off her “precious son.” And that wasn’t even the worst part.

Patrick’s mother had always had a knack for inserting herself where she didn’t belong. But when she barged into our anniversary suite and claimed it for herself, I knew I couldn’t let this slide.

I just had to find a way to make her pay for her antics—without ruining my marriage.

My husband and I had recently celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary.

We had planned a week-long getaway at a luxury resort—our first real trip since the birth of our son five years ago. The idea was simple: relax, reconnect, and maybe spark a little romance. I had been looking forward to it for months.

That was until my mother-in-law, Victoria, inserted herself into our plans.

From the start, it was clear she saw herself as the third partner in our marriage.

At our wedding, she hijacked our first dance by grabbing Patrick’s hand before I even had the chance. Ever since then, she had made a habit of pushing me aside whenever possible, making herself the center of attention at every birthday, holiday, and family event.

So when Patrick and I mentioned our anniversary trip, she immediately had a suggestion.

“Why don’t I come with you?” she asked. “I could watch the little one while you two have some alone time.”

I barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Alone time? With her hovering over us? No, thank you.

Patrick, ever the peacemaker, tried to spin it as a win-win.

“Think about it, Anna. She’ll take care of our son during the day, and we’ll still have our evenings to ourselves.”

Reluctantly, I agreed. “Fine. But she stays in her own room. I am not sharing my suite.”

“Oh, of course!” she assured me, her smile a little too wide. “I wouldn’t dream of imposing.”

Fast forward to the day we arrived at the resort.

As we checked in, Victoria eyed the staff with that ever-present look of judgment. Her nose wrinkled slightly when she saw the key to her room. It had a shower symbol, while ours had a bathtub icon.

“What’s wrong?” Patrick asked.

She let out a dramatic sigh.

“Oh, nothing… It’s just that I really don’t like showers. My old bones need a good soak in a bathtub.”

My eyes narrowed.

The suite Patrick and I had booked—with a king-sized bed and a luxurious bathtub—was clearly the target of her complaint.

I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could say anything, she marched over to the bellhop, snatched the key to our suite, and headed straight for the elevator.

“Mom, wait!” Patrick called, but she didn’t stop.

The poor bellhop barely had time to follow her as she stormed down the hallway.

By the time we reached the suite, she was already unpacking her bags, tossing her purse onto the bed, fluffing the pillows, and smiling at me like a cat who just caught a mouse.

“This will do,” she announced. Then, turning to me with a sickly sweet tone, she added, “You can stay in the other room with the child, and I’ll stay here with my son.”

Wait… what? Did I hear that correctly?

I looked at Patrick, expecting him to say something. But he just stood there, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Mom, come on…”

“Oh, don’t be difficult, darling,” she cooed, patting his cheek. “We’re family. That’s what families do.”

Her message was loud and clear—I was the outsider, the third wheel.

And the I need a bath excuse? That was just a cover to steal my anniversary suite.

I stared at Patrick, waiting for him to tell his mother she had completely crossed the line. I mean, who insists on sharing a hotel room with their adult son on his anniversary trip?

But instead of standing up to her, Patrick just shrugged.

“It’s just for sleeping,” he mumbled. “We’ll still do the rest of the trip together. Let’s not make a big deal out of this.”

Not make a big deal out of it? I wanted to scream. But instead, I forced the sweetest fake smile onto my face.

“Sure. Whatever makes you comfortable,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Victoria, oblivious to my tone, beamed. “I knew you’d understand, Anna. You’re such a good wife.”

Inside, I was seething.

This was supposed to be our anniversary trip—a chance to reconnect after years of juggling work, parenting, and everything in between. I wasn’t going to let her turn me into a third wheel on my own vacation.

If she wanted to act like the queen of the resort, that was fine. I had a plan in motion, and she wouldn’t see it coming.

The next morning, I played along.

At breakfast, I smiled, nodded, and let Victoria gush about how thoughtful Patrick was for including her on the trip.

“I just love spending time with my son,” she said, patting his hand. “It’s so rare these days.”

Patrick shot me an apologetic look, but I waved it off.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “Actually, I have a surprise for you two.”

Victoria’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “A surprise?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “I booked a romantic couples’ photoshoot at the resort this morning. I thought it would be a great way to capture some memories.”

Patrick’s brows furrowed. “A couple’s photoshoot?”

“You’ll love it,” I said with my best innocent expression. “The resort staff arranged everything last night. You and your mom are going to look adorable together.”

Victoria clapped her hands in delight. “Oh, how charming! Patrick, isn’t Anna just the sweetest?”

Patrick looked horrified, but he didn’t protest. He was still stuck in that awkward middle ground where he didn’t want to upset either of us. Poor guy had no idea what was coming.

By the end of the trip, Patrick had had enough.

Between the romantic photoshoot, the couples’ tango class, and the sunset dinner cruise for two, he was ready to snap.

When they returned from the dinner cruise, he stormed up to me the second Victoria disappeared into her room.

“What the hell, Anna?” he hissed, his face red with embarrassment. “Why does everyone think we’re a couple?”

I blinked innocently. “Oh, I have no idea. The staff must have misunderstood when I said it was our anniversary trip. I just wanted to make sure your mom had a good time, since she insisted on coming.”

He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled sharply. “Anna… I screwed up, didn’t I?”

I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. “You think?”

“I should have told her no,” he admitted. “I thought it would be easier to let her come. I didn’t realize how ridiculous it would get.”

“Well,” I said, sipping my champagne, “now you know.”

The next morning, as we packed to leave, Patrick was tripping over himself to apologize. “I’ll never let her interfere like this again. Next time, we’re hiring a nanny.”

“Sounds perfect,” I said with a satisfied smile.

And Victoria? She still thought it was the best vacation ever.

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