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Forget the supernatural, real dread is not being able to leave a dirty mug on your own table for five minutes without an uninvited delegation repurposing your cupboards and editing your shopping list.
Welcome to the Olympic event that is boundary trampling, where family members, armed with nostalgia, “just trying to help,” and a lifelong subscription to parenting newsletters, treat your adulthood less like a life you built and more like a group DIY project. These are the relatives who view your perfectly functional chaos as an open invitation to reorganize, offering dietary corrections and color coding as if you’re auditioning for a reboot of your own reality. The boundary pusher’s natural environment is someone else’s house and their favorite sport is mistaking “being considerate” for “complete intervention.” The less said about the partners who run PR for the invading force, assuring everyone that this is all perfectly normal and definitely not the spiritual equivalent of being slowly managed by a lifestyle consultant you didn’t hire, the better.
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My MIL acts like this is her house and my husband just lets her
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The true test of adulthood is not assembling IKEA furniture or wrangling a newborn but managing to carve out a territory in your own home, under the watchful gaze of well-meaning relatives who act like they have visitation rights to your silverware drawer. Some day, the right to own one’s Tupperware shall be codified in law. Until then, heroism means staging minor rebellions over snack foods and never letting them see you flinch.
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The image does not depict the actual subjects of the story. Subjects are models.
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