On the wedding night, I had to give up my bed to my mother-in-law because she was “drunk” — the next morning I found something stuck to the bed sheet that left me speechless.

Duringring the wedding night, I was exhausted after a long day of entertaining guests, therefore I retreated to my room, hoping to hug my husband and sleep soundly. Yet, as soon as I finished removing my makeup, the door opened:

“Mom is too drunk, let her lie down for a bit, it’s too noisy downstairs.”

My mother-in-law, who a controlling, notoriously strict woman, staggered in, hugging a pillow, her breath reeking of alcohol, her shirt low-cut, her face red.

While I was about to help her to the living room, my husband stopped me:

“Let Mom lie here, it’s only one night. One night. The wedding night.”

I bitterly carried the pillow down to the sofa, not daring to react because of my fear of being branded “a new wife already rude”.

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. It was almost morning when I finally fell asleep.

As I woke up, it was almost 6 o’clock. I went upstairs, intending to wake my husband up and go down to greet my maternal relatives.

I gently pushed the door open… and stood frozen.

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