All I wanted was a peaceful honeymoon. Just two weeks of quiet, connection, and my new husband. But when his mother showed up uninvited and refused to leave, everything spiraled. I tried to stay polite. I tried to be patient. But some women mistake kindness for weakness…Our honeymoon was supposed to be two weeks in Florida. It was supposed to be soft mornings, the ocean breeze, and seafood by candlelight.I’d planned every detail. I packed sunscreen, a silk nightgown, and a paperback romance novel I’d been saving for the occasion.Instead, I got my mother-in-law, Giselle.On the second morning of our trip, I padded to the door in my robe, expecting room service. Instead, Giselle stood in front of me, grinning beneath a massive sunhat, suitcase in hand.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she said brightly. “I came to relax with you and Brian!”Before I could speak, she strolled into the room like she owned it.”Who is it, Marie?” Brian called from behind me, sprawled on the bed in his boxers.Your mom,” I said as we both walked toward him.No. No, she wasn’t supposed to,” Brian said, running a hand over his face.”I’ll stay out of the way, kids,” Giselle called cheerfully from the loveseat. “You won’t even know I’m here.”Everywhere we went, Giselle followed like a shadow with opinions.She “bumped into us” in the hallway, joined our breakfast table uninvited, and appeared at the pool in a neon sunhat that could’ve been seen from space. Somehow, she always found a way to sit beside us at dinner, once even waving the waiter away mid-reservation.