When my fiancé Josh and I were invited to his parents’ lake house for what was supposed to be a “relaxing weekend,” I was expecting calm scenery and some quality family time. Instead, I was handed cleaning chores and told the shower was broken. From the moment we arrived, his mom had me scrubbing floors and toilets. She gave me raw meat to cook and insisted I handle the grill alone — saying, “We like our women capable.” After dinner, when I asked to shower, she smiled and claimed the indoor shower was “broken,” but there was a metal basin and garden hose outside. So, I washed up outdoors like a pioneer while she relaxed with wine inside.
The next morning, I overheard her on the phone laughing, “She thinks the shower’s broken. It works perfectly. Just a little test to see what kind of girl she is.”
I was shocked and angry but kept my composure.
Later that day, karma arrived unexpectedly—a plumber showed up and walked right in on her taking a shower in the very working bathroom. Josh’s dad, confused, said the only issue was the kitchen sink. That’s when Josh finally confronted his mom, “Wait… you lied?”
We left that night. Josh didn’t say a word to his mom on the way out but apologized to me for not defending me sooner. I just smiled and said, “Some tests backfire.”
Because sometimes karma doesn’t need any help—it just shows up soaking wet, screaming, and caught red-handed in a towel.