I had this bizarre experience a few weeks ago. You won’t believe it, but it involves me, my mother-in-law, my spouse, and HIS MISTRESS. To cut a long tale short, they attempted to eject me from MY OWN HOME!
To begin with, everything in this house belongs to me. I own the company that provided funding for each and every wall, window, and piece of furniture. My company is my pride and joy, which I built from the ground up with a lot of hard work.
My husband Stan never paid a thing toward the bills or the mortgage. I am the only owner of this home, my haven. Imagine my surprise, then, when they attempted to take it from me.
On a Wednesday night, my spouse Stan was away in Miami, so I stayed home and watched a television show. (I’ll address why my spouse went on vacation without me later; I know you’re curious.)
Someone rang the intercom all of a sudden. When I walked to the door, the intercom screen showed a woman cradling a baby.
I thought, ‘Someone’s at the wrong door. We had the following exchange once I opened the door:
I said, “How can I help you?”
I’m going to be your ex-husband’s bride. I will now be residing here. She introduced herself as May, his daughter, and I was astounded by her confidence.
“Pardon me? What topic are you discussing?” I succeeded in stuttering.
“I was told everything by Stan. The two of you are apart. I can live here till we acquire our own apartment, he added.
“That is ridiculous! We are not apart. He is merely on vacation.
That’s not what he told me, though. I have nowhere else to go right now.”
“You’re not welcome to stay here, I’m sorry. You must go now.”
“Look, I’m homeless and have no money. My lease was up. I believed that this matter had been resolved.”
“I never heard any of this from Stan. This is my home.”
“You would say that, he said. You could afford a motel, he added.”
I was hearing things that I couldn’t believe. Stan supposedly informed this woman that we were legally separated when he met her on false pretenses. In addition, he asserted that he possessed all of my possessions and half of my business.
He began to waste her money when she became pregnant. Since I had no idea what he did with his money, I wasn’t concerned. She just came up at my door with her infant because her lease on her apartment expired and he’s now on vacation in Miami.
“This is absurd. You must depart now,” I firmly stated.
“Not at all. I’m not planning on leaving. She argued, “I have nowhere to go, and Stan said this would be fine.”
“If you don’t leave, I’ll call the police.”
“Go ahead. I’m going to stay here.”
I had run out of options. I locked myself in the greenhouse and called the police since she would not even go outside. She was in the living room, unpacking the child’s clothes when the police came.
In some way, she had also called my mother-in-law, who also turned up. They both began to shout, claiming they were entitled to half of my house since Stan had owned it before to the divorce.
“This is absurd,” I yelled above their cacophony. “You can’t just take half of my house!”
“Stan deserves his share!” With an angry flush to her face, my mother-in-law insisted. “After the divorce, he should get what’s rightfully his.”
The mistress echoed, “We want fifty percent,” as she held the infant closer. “He filled me in on everything. Half of this house belongs to him.”
Trying not to freak out in the face of mayhem, I took a deep breath. Both of you must pay close attention. I was only married under common law to Stan. After a divorce, there won’t be any property to divide.”
Their shocked eyes became wider. With a quivering voice, the mistress questioned, “What do you mean?”
“We never had a formal marriage. Stan told you falsehoods. You are not entitled to any portion of this house.”
“That’s not possible,” exclaimed my mother-in-law. “He wouldn’t lie about something like this.”
“But he did,” I firmly said. “He lied to both of you.”
The mistress appeared on the verge of tears. She went to my mother-in-law in an attempt to get solace. She muttered, “He said everything was taken care of,” as tears fell from her eyes.
With a pale and strained face, my mother-in-law remained mute. It appeared like at last she was aware of how much Stan had been lying.
Quietly, she muttered to the mistress, “Let’s go.” “There’s nothing we can do here.”
However, I observed the baby’s bottle on the table before they departed. Something clicked in my head. I took the bottle and tucked it inside my bag as they were gathering their belongings.
I went to a DNA testing facility the following day with the baby’s bottle and a few strands of Stan’s hair from his brush. I needed to get confirmation on a suspicion I had.
The results came a few days later. The infant was not Stan’s offspring.
Scanning the report, I couldn’t help but feel a sad satisfaction. Stan’s falsehoods were all coming apart. I gave Stan a picture of the results along with the straightforward statement, “Look who you changed me for.”
He answered right away. He replied with a text, “What does this mean?”
I answered, “It means you’ve been played.” “Just like you tried to play me.”
After that, there was no more comment. I could only image the tumultuous effect such news would have on him.
Throughout the next few days, I began to feel at ease again. Now that my home was calm once more, I could watch my series without any disruptions. I was shaken by Stan’s duplicity, but I was also strengthened by it. I had confronted his falsehoods head-on and overcome them.
I was sitting in my living room one evening when my mother-in-law called. I was hesitant to respond at first, but my curiosity won out.
“I’m really sorry,” she added, sounding tired. “I had no idea Stan was lying to us all.”
“It’s not your fault,” I answered back. “We were all deceived.”
She let out a long sigh. “If there’s anything I can do to help, please let me know.”
I told her to just take care of herself. “We all need to move on from this.”
I had a sense of relief as soon as I hung up the phone. Now that the truth was known, I could at last begin to mend. My peace returned, along with my house.