After years of saving, my husband Greg and I finally bought our first home. I was pregnant, emotional, and overwhelmed with joy. But during our housewarming, my sister-in-law, Tessa, shattered the moment. She looked around and said, “You don’t deserve this house.”
I was stunned. When I asked why, she snapped: “This is Greg’s house. You make pennies writing blogs. You’re just living in it.” It wasn’t just jealousy it was deep resentment. She accused me of taking her place in Greg’s life, of erasing her. I was speechless.
Then Greg appeared and said, “She’s not lucky. She’s loved. She’s my wife. And if you ever talk to her like that again, you’re not welcome here.” Tessa tried to defend herself, but Greg stood firm. Our in-laws backed me up, and even her son, Jacob, wanted to stay with us.
Later, Tessa texted me something half-hearted, not an apology but a dig wrapped in fake maturity. Greg read it and said, “That’s not an apology. That’s damage control.” But I don’t need Tessa’s approval. I have a husband who loves me, a family that chose me, and a home filled with warmth. And that’s more than enough.