
Hello, my name is Demodex folliculorum and I live in the pores of the skin of your face that’s why it’s important to wash your face and remove makeup!!
The only way you can see me is with a microscope. I measure between 0,3 and 0,4 mm, and like spiders, I have 8 legs.
I like living in hair follicles that have your nose, cheek and eyelashes. These are places where there’s more fat to feed me.
I feed on your secretions and your dead skin. I can put up to 25 eggs in every hair follicle.
My digestive system is not able to eliminate my waste, so i accumulate them in my body until I explode and die. My remains cause hypersensitivity reactions.
According to some studies, in some people, I can cause infections on eyelids and rosacea.
I am a mite that is present in almost every adult on this planet.
Are you going to sleep in makeup tonight?
I Caught My Ex-MIL Stealing My Shower Cabin and Ripping off Wallpaper Her âSon Had Gluedâ

After a problematic marriage, Kelly and Peter get divorced. But her ex-mother-in-law just doesnât want to let things go. From ripping off wallpaper to stealing an entire shower cabin, Lorraine just keeps testing Kellyâs patience until reality hits, and Lorraine learns her own lesson.
Iâm Kelly, and Iâve been divorced from my ex-husband, Peter, for about six months now. We were married for ten years, and while the marriage wasnât perfect, it was my life.
Until I found out about his affair.
That was the last straw, and everything came crashing down. The divorce was messy and painful, and to top it off, I had to deal with his mother, Lorraine, who was a nightmare in human form.

A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
Lorraine never liked me. Even when we were married, she made it perfectly clear that I wasnât good enough for her son.
âIâm just being honest with you, Kelly. Peter is used to a certain way of life since being with me. Iâm his mother, and I taught him that perfection is the only option here. Youâre⊠I mean. Letâs face it, doll. Youâre far from perfect.â
When Peter and I split up, she went out of her way to help him get as much as he could from me. Money, property, some of my wedding jewelry, you name it. If it was valuable, she made sure that I lost it.

A womanâs jewelry box | Source: Midjourney
I kept telling myself that once the divorce was over and Peter moved out, Iâd finally have peace.
But the peace didnât last.
One day, I came home from work early because I had a headache from staring at my laptop all day, and I was exhausted, ready to collapse, only to stop dead in my tracks in the hallway outside my apartment.
Sitting there, in the common corridor, was my shower cabin. It had a big, bold âPeterâs Propertyâ sticker plastered across it as if I might somehow forget who it belonged to. My stomach sank.

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What the hell was going on?
When I stepped into my apartment, I was hit by a cloud of dust and ripped wallpaper. The walls were half-bare, and I heard a ripping sound coming from down the hallway. Turning the corner, I came face-to-face with Lorraine, my ex-mother-in-law, tearing the wallpaper right off my walls.
She muttered under her breath about how she didnât want to leave any âtracesâ of Peterâs work.

A pile of ripped wallpaper | Source: Midjourney
âWhat the hell, Lorraine?â I demanded, pushing my way into the kitchen, the only place untouched by her hands.
Lorraine looked up at me, not even flinching.
âThis is all his work,â she said with that haughty tone sheâd perfected over the years. âHe put up this wallpaper, so itâs his to take down. And the shower cabin, itâs coming with us too. Weâre not leaving anything for you.â

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I was stunned. How low could they go? Iâd already been drained emotionally by the divorce, and now this?
I felt helpless, watching her tear apart my home, muttering the whole time about how Peter âwasnât leaving a single thing behindâ for me. She was ripping wallpaper, unplugging light fixtures, and muttering about every single piece of the apartment that Peter had once touched.
âLorraine,â I said. âPlease, just stop. This is unfairâŠâ

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
But she didnât even look at me. She just kept on, pulling down wallpaper and yanking at the shower frame. I felt a familiar lump rising in my throat. I was tired, too tired to fight anymore, so I just slumped onto the couch feeling numb and defeated as I watched her continue her destruction.
The next day, just when I thought things couldnât get any worse, Lorraine stormed back into my apartment. This time, though, she wasnât there to take anything; she was there for help.

An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney
âKelly,â she cried, grabbing my arm with a desperation Iâd never seen in her before. âYou have to help me. Please. Iâll give you anything. Just⊠please help him.â
I blinked at her, confused.
âHelp who? What are you talking about?â
âPeter!â she wailed, her voice breaking. âHeâs in trouble. I donât care what it takes. Please, you have to save him.â

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I pulled my arm free.
âLorraine, what are you talking about?â
She looked at me, her eyes wide and pleading.
âPeter had an accident. A really terrible one. He was out drinking, and it was late. Itâs really bad, Kelly. Heâs hurt. Please, you have to help him.â

A car accident | Source: Midjourney
A pang shot through my chest. Peter, the man who had cheated, manipulated, and broken me, now needed my help?
A tiny voice in my head whispered that I should help him, that it was the right thing to do. But then the memories of all heâd done to me resurfaced â all the lies and manipulation.
Heâd torn apart my life, and now he was paying the price.

A man in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney
Wasnât that fair? Wasnât it poetic justice in a way?
I looked back at Lorraine, who was practically on her knees.
âIâm not saving Peter, Lorraine. He made his choices. Heâs finally dealing with the consequences of his actions. It was his drinking that made things really unpleasant for us. It brought out the worst in him. And you want me to get involved again?â

A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
Her face twisted with anger and her mouth set into a tight line.
âYouâll regret this, Kelly,â she hissed. âYou have no idea what youâre dealing with.â
I crossed my arms and met her gaze.
âNo, Lorraine, I think youâre the one whoâll regret it.â

An angry woman | Source: Midjourney
The days that followed were filled with rumors. I heard bits and pieces about Peterâs accident, about how heâd been drinking, how he was lucky to be alive, apparently. But his recovery was rough. He was in debt, and things were piling up.
I felt a mix of relief and anger. Finally, Peter was facing something that he couldnât charm his way out of. I decided to go to his place. I mean, I was done with Peter, but I wasnât heartless. I just wanted to see what he looked like in the aftermath of it all.
âCome in,â he called as I knocked on the front door of Lorraineâs house.

A woman standing on a porch | Source: Midjourney
At least she wasnât home. I didnât want to see the satisfaction on her face. To Lorraine, it would look like I wanted to help, as though I couldnât help myself and couldnât stay away from Peter.
âKelly?â he enthusiastically said when he saw me.
âPeter,â I said, taking in the room.

A man on a couch | Source: Midjourney
It was a far cry from the strict house that Lorraine usually kept. Instead, there were containers of Chinese food lying around, discarded bottles of water, chocolate wrappers, and dirty mugs. Peter had really taken Lorraineâs house and made it a mess.
âI canât believe youâre here,â he said, lying on the couch. âI need some help, Kelly. I need my hospital bills to be paid as soon as possible. Can you do it? Please? Theyâll take my car!â
âSeriously, Peter?â I asked. âI just came to make sure that you were okay physically. Iâm not about to sort your life out. Iâm not spending a cent on you.â

Mugs and bottles on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney
âThen why bother to come here?â he demanded.
âI donât know, but clearly it was a mistake,â I said, turning around and leaving without another word.
Then, about a week later, Lorraine showed up at my door again. She wasnât the same person whoâd stormed in before. Her shoulders were slumped, her eyes tired and haunted. She looked like a woman whoâd aged ten years in a matter of days.

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney
âKelly,â she began, her voice barely a whisper. âI know I donât deserve it, but⊠but I came to apologize.â
I didnât say anything. I just put the kettle on and allowed her to keep talking.
âI was wrong about Peter,â she said, tears streaming down her face. âHeâs not the man I thought he was. He ruined everything, and he pushed everyone away. I thought I was helping him all these years, but I was only making things worse.â

An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney
A part of me felt a glimmer of satisfaction seeing her so defeated. But then I noticed the genuine grief in her expression, the regret she could no longer hide.
She wasnât just devastated about Peterâs actions; she was grieving the son she thought she had. The realization was so clear: he had been just as manipulative with her as heâd been with me. Lorraine had been caught in his web of lies, just like I had.

An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney
At that moment, something inside me softened. Lorraine wasnât just the bitter woman who had fought against me during the divorce. She was a mother, broken by the son sheâd devoted her life to.
Still, I didnât really want to allow myself to get back into their lives. So, I invited Lorraine to stay for dinner. At least I could give her a decent meal before she went back to Peter.

Food on a table | Source: Midjourney
Months later, I received a short, handwritten letter from him. It wasnât an excuse; it was an apology.
Kelly, Iâm so sorry for everything. For betraying you, for the pain I caused. Iâm working on myself now, trying to figure out who I am without all the lies. I donât expect forgiveness. I just want you to know that Iâm trying.
It was strange reading those words. But I got a sense of closure that Iâd thought Iâd never get.

A woman reading a letter in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney
What would you have done?
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I Came to My Wedding and Saw My Mom in a Wedding Dress with a Bouquet
Ever since Nicole began planning her wedding, her mother had gotten very involved. When Nicole asks her to take a step back, she does so. But on the big day, her mother shows up in a wedding dress after mysteriously receiving a call instructing her to. Nicole is left fuming when she discovers who has preyed on her motherâs feelings, ensuring she will destroy them.
When Peter and I got engaged, I promised myself that the wedding planning would be smooth and easy.

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Growing up, I wasnât like the other girls who spent their time daydreaming about their weddings. I just knew that it would eventually happen one day, and I would need cupcakes at my wedding reception.
That was it.

A little girl playing dress up | Source: Pexels
So, I always knew that when it came to the actual event, I would need my mother to guide me.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided âas is,â and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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