When her favorite clothes start vanishing, Stephanie dismisses it as forgetfulness — until she discovers her mother-in-law secretly selling them online, calling them “trashy.” Living together during renovations just got interesting, and the family will never forget this Thanksgiving dinner.
I thought I had a good relationship with Lucia, my mother-in-law, until she moved in with us while her home was being renovated.
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It started with small things, minor disagreements about why I put rosemary in my pot roast, and the “proper” way to clean the hardwood floors.
I tried to be a good host, but Lucia did not make it easy. One day, I returned from my part-time job to discover she’d rearranged everything stored in the kitchen cupboards. She also insisted on hanging the laundry outside to dry, even though I asked her not to.
“The fresh air just makes it smell better,” she said.
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“That’s what the scented fabric softener is for,” I replied, but she just wouldn’t listen.
“You’re both very headstrong and like to do things your way, it’s natural you’ll clash from time to time,” Michael said when I ranted to him over a date night dinner. “And besides, Mom will be going back to her place in another few weeks. It’s not that long.”
“It may as well be forever,” I sighed.
Then my clothes started disappearing.
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It started with a semi-sheer dress. I wanted to wear it to a work function but when I opened my closet, it was gone.
“Lucia, have you seen my dress?” I called as I headed to the basement to search the laundry. “The mauve one, with the ruffles?”
“The one that looks like a curtain?” Lucia popped her head out of the living room as I passed by. “No, Steph, I don’t think I have.”
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I never did find that dress and the missing clothes situation got worse. My skinny jeans vanished next, followed by my fuschia pink sundress and — this one really got me — my favorite silk blouse that Michael had bought me for our anniversary.
I was going half-crazy thinking I’d misplaced them. I unpacked my entire closet and reorganized it three times. Every time, I noticed something else that was missing like a favorite bra, my lace pantyhose, and a grey pencil skirt.
But the real kicker? I discovered the truth about what was happening to my clothes purely by accident.
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I couldn’t sleep one night and ended up scrolling through Reddit. There, I stumbled upon a post showing MY CLOTHES, with a caption that made my blood boil: “Cleaning out my DIL’s trashy wardrobe. Anyone want to buy some clothes that no respectable married woman should wear?”
I nearly choked on my chamomile tea. The username might as well have been “LuciaTheThief” because who else could it be?
The woman who’d been living in my house for three months, eating my food, and criticizing my cooking, was now apparently stealing my clothes.
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“Oh my God,” I whispered to myself, scrolling through the comments.
Some people wanted to buy the clothes while others had posted nasty criticisms of my fashion sense. She’d replied to some with remarks like, “My poor son doesn’t know how to tell her these clothes are inappropriate” and “She dresses like she’s still in college.”
I clenched my fists so hard that one of my acrylic nails popped off. I was tempted to storm into the guest bedroom right then and demand my clothes back, but then I came up with a better plan.
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Thanksgiving was right around the corner and this year, Michael and I were celebrating with members from both our families. Twelve people in total, including Michael’s older brother and one of his aunts.
“Revenge is a dish best served with turkey and cranberry sauce,” I muttered as I took screenshots of Lucia’s Reddit post.
I set my phone aside and fell asleep with a smile on my face.
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On Thanksgiving, I graciously told Lucia to go ahead and prepare the meal according to her family recipes. It kept her busy while I hurriedly completed the final steps of my plan to teach her a lesson.
Afterward, I set the table according to Lucia’s specifications. It looked perfect by the time everyone arrived. Michael squeezed my hand under the table as everyone sat down, probably thinking I was finally making an effort with his mother.
If he only knew.
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When everyone had filled their plates, I stood up, wine glass in hand. “I’d like to make a toast,” I announced.
“To family,” I began, “and especially to Lucia, who’s been such a… presence in our home these past few months.” A few chuckles around the table. “She’s taught me so much about generosity and giving to others.”
Lucia beamed, probably thinking I’d finally learned something from her endless lessons about charity and community service. That’s when I reached under the table and pulled out the garbage bag I’d stashed there earlier.
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“In fact, she’s generously donated all of these clothes to the women’s shelter downtown,” I continued, “accidentally” letting the bag split open.
Out tumbled Lucia’s favorite cashmere sweater, her designer jeans, and — oops — was that her La Perla lingerie skittering across the hardwood floor?
Lucia took one look at the clothes, all items I’d carefully chosen because I knew she loved them, and spat her wine out like a fountain.
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The table went silent. Michael’s sister Jane stopped mid-chew. Then, surprisingly, Michael’s cousin Sarah started clapping.
“That’s so wonderful of you, Aunt Lucia!” Sarah exclaimed. “You’re always talking about giving back to the community. How generous of you to donate your designer clothes!”
Others joined in the applause, praising Lucia’s apparent selflessness. I watched as her face cycled through confusion, horror, and fury, knowing she couldn’t say a word without exposing her misdeeds.
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It was the perfect trap.
The rest of dinner was deliciously awkward, with Lucia pushing food around her plate and avoiding everyone’s eyes.
I’d never seen her so quiet during a family gathering. Usually, she’d be holding court, sharing stories about Michael’s childhood, or dropping not-so-subtle hints about grandchildren.
After dinner, Lucia cornered me in the kitchen.
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Her face was flushed, either from anger or the three glasses of wine she’d needed to get through dessert.
“How dare you humiliate me like that?” she hissed, hands shaking as she gripped the counter. “You went too far, Stephanie. Way too far.”
I continued loading the dishwasher, taking my time with each plate. “How dare I? That’s rich coming from someone who stole my clothes and tried to sell them online while calling me trashy.”
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“What? I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I paused, took out my phone, and showed her the screenshot I’d taken of her Reddit post. The blood drained from her face and her jaw went slack.
“I… well, those clothes were inappropriate—”
“Those clothes were mine,” I cut her off. I scrolled to the next screenshot. “Every single comment you made, every attempt to sell my things — it’s all here.”
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“And let me make something crystal clear: my house, my clothes, my life,” I continued. “You don’t get to make those decisions for me anymore. Actions have consequences, Lucia. Remember that next time you think about overstepping.”
The next morning, I found all my missing clothes neatly folded outside my bedroom door. Every single item was there, from the semi-sheer dress to the silk blouse.
No note needed — the message was clear.
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I gathered them up and took them to my closet, then spent an hour sorting through my older clothes.
When Lucia came down for breakfast, I was already at the door with my donation bag.
“Going to the shelter?” she asked quietly.
“Yes. With my own clothes… the ones I actually want to donate.”
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She nodded, then surprised me by saying, “I’m sorry, Stephanie. I was wrong.”
I paused at the door, bag in hand. “I know you were.”
“It’s just…” she sighed, wringing her hands. “Those clothes, some of them seemed so revealing, and I worried about what people would think. About you, about Michael, about our family. But I handled it all wrong. It won’t happen again.”
“No,” I agreed, “it won’t.”
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As I drove to the shelter, I couldn’t help but smile. Sometimes it takes a little public humiliation to teach someone about boundaries. And if Lucia ever tried something like this again? Well, I still had those Reddit screenshots saved on my phone.
Just in case.
But for now, we had reached a tentative peace. The following weeks brought fewer criticisms, more respect for personal space, and — miracle of miracles — not a single comment about my wardrobe choices.
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Jennifer Aniston grew up in destabilized home and learned to forgive cruel criticisms from model mom
Given Jennifer Aniston’s achievements, one may presume that her perfect childhood prepared her for her remarkable adulthood.
The 54-year-old was not always as fortunate as she is now, despite her innate skill and gifting. John Aniston, her father, is well-known for portraying gangster Victor Kiriakis on Days of Our Lives.
The Morning Show actress delivered a life retrospective, talking about how she overcome difficult situations in the past, such having a hard relationship with her deceased mother.
Aniston, who was formerly estranged from her mother, thanks her for “showing me what never to be” as they talk about how important it is to let go of “toxic” feelings.
Given Jennifer Aniston’s achievements, one may presume that her perfect childhood prepared her for her remarkable adulthood.
The 54-year-old was not always as fortunate as she is now, despite her innate skill and gifting. John Aniston, her father, is well-known for portraying gangster Victor Kiriakis on Days of Our Lives.
The Morning Show actress delivered a life retrospective, talking about how she overcome difficult situations in the past, such having a hard relationship with her deceased mother.
Aniston, who was formerly estranged from her mother, thanks her for “showing me what never to be” as they talk about how important it is to let go of “toxic” feelings.
Aniston said, “growing up in a household that was destabilized and felt unsafe,” as a means of learning how to deal with life’s disappointments in an interview with friend Sandra Bullock for Interview Magazine in 2020.
Observing certain facets of human nature and witnessing adults treat one another viciously made me decide that I didn’t want to do that. I don’t want to be that person. I don’t want to continue experiencing this sensation in my body right now. I want no one else I connect with to ever feel that way. The actress from Just Go With It continued, saying, “I guess I should give my parents credit for it.You can either say, “You got lemons?” or vent your rage or martyrdom. Let’s get some lemonade ready.
It was difficult even outside the family.
Aniston said, “I don’t know why, but I was one of those kids who got kind of bullied.”
I was one of the kids that the other kids picked on to make fun of. The fifth, sixth, and seventh grade years were unusual. Because I was a little overweight, I was just that kid.
Most of the time, it felt like her mother was hurling lemons at her.
“I had to do long-overdue personal work, parts of me that hadn’t healed since I was a little kid,” Aniston stated.
She became upset easily. I find that to be unacceptable. We’ll talk about [things] if I’m upset. I swear I won’t ever cry out or lose my temper like that. Aniston continues, not realizing how beautiful she is, “She was critical.” She was really critical of me. She was a model, which is why she was beautiful. I wasn’t. I never was. It’s okay because, to be very honest, I still don’t view myself that way. She was also really cruel. She used to hold grudges that were so insignificant to me.
In an interview with the Hollywood Reporter, the Horrible Bosses actress claims that she never lived up to Dow’s demands and that their correspondence ceased for a while.
Aniston says, “I did not turn out the model child she’d hoped for,” expressing empathy for the little girl’s desire to be acknowledged and loved by a mother who was overly consumed with trivial matters.
Aniston stopped corresponding with Dow when her mother published her autobiographical book “From Mother and Daughter to Friends: A Memoir” in 1999. According to rumors, the celebrity went insane at her mother’s breach of privacy.
In fact, Aniston was so upset that she forgot to invite her mother to Brad Pitt’s 2000 wedding; but, after their divorce, they were able to reconcile.
Nonetheless, it was reported prior to Dow’s death that she hadn’t seen her mother in a while. Dow had already suffered two strokes.
But her relationship with her father was totally different.
She continued, “He thought I was going down the road of absolute destruction and heartache” with reference to pursuing his acting career. And I felt like our relationship was very different once he had something to chat to me about. It asked, “Are you an actor?” I’m a stage performer.
Aniston is far from just a showman.
One of the most paid performers in the industry, Aniston owns the haircare company LolaVie, has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, a Primetime Emmy, a Golden Globe, and has been consistently ranked among the world’s most beautiful women. She also established Echo Films, a production company that makes movies in which she stars, such as Dumplin, The Switch, and Murder Mystery 2.
A Daytime Emmy lifetime achievement award was given to John in June 2022, just before his death. In a taped segment, his daughter presented him with the prize and praised his many years of performing experience.
And after her father passed away, the comic posted a heartfelt picture of him holding her as a newborn on Instagram. The Friends star writes, “Sweet papa.”Anthony I have never met a more beautiful person than you, John Aniston. That you gracefully and effortlessly ascended into the sky is greatly appreciated.I swear to adore you forever. Do not forget to pay a visit.
She also reconciled with her mother before her death.
“I made my mother and I right. I apologize to my dad. She says, “I’ve offered my family my forgiveness,” highlighting the importance of appreciating every moment, no matter how wonderful or bad.
It is essential.That anger, that bitterness, is toxic. I learned it from watching my mother never let go of it. I seem to have said, “Thank you for showing me what never to be,” at the moment. That’s what I mean when I say that, given what they have given us, we should try to find ways to honor the less joyful moments and the darker occurrences in our lives,” the speaker said.
How modest and yet incredibly talented is Jennifer Aniston! It’s always interesting to learn about a celebrity’s past and see them as everyday people. We hope Aniston has found some peace, but even so, we’re sorry to hear that she and her mother didn’t get along.
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