Every time my in-laws visited, Monica would barge into our bedroom and claim it as her own. After years of tolerating the invasion, I finally had a plan.

Despite setting up the guest room, Monica dismissed it and took over our space—again. I smiled, said nothing, and let her settle in. But this time, I’d prepared: lace lingerie under pillows, adult toys in the bathroom, and massage oils everywhere.

The next morning, Monica looked pale and shaken. “We’ll take the guest room,” she muttered. I feigned surprise but helped with a smug smile.

Later, Jake asked what I’d done. When I showed him, he was horrified—and then hysterical with laughter.

The rest of their visit was blissfully quiet. When they left, Monica managed a tight smile, saying the guest room was “quite comfortable.”

The final victory? A text the next day: they’d booked a hotel for Christmas. Lesson learned. Boundaries respected—at last.