My MIL kept sneaking into our bedroom and going through my underwear drawer every time she visited — so one day, I set a trap she never saw coming.
When I married Austin, I already knew his mother, Kathryn, had absolutely no concept of personal boundaries.
She’d come over and open our cabinets, move things around, and wander into rooms without knocking.For a while, I tried to let it go.
Then I noticed something I couldn’t ignore.
Every time Kathryn visited, something was different in my underwear drawer.
Things I’d folded a certain way had been moved.
Some items were rearranged.
A few even ended up in the wrong drawer.
