“My Future Mother-in-Law Made Me Bathe in a Metal Basin to ‘Test’ Me — Karma Caught Her Red-Handed in a Towel”
When my fiancé Josh invited me to his parents’ lake house for a “relaxing weekend,” I packed a cozy sweater, a book, and my best smile. I was ready to bond with his family, maybe even sneak in some peaceful lakeside moments.
But the minute we stepped through the door, it was clear his mom, Elaine, had a very different vision for the weekend.
Instead of hugs and homemade cookies, I was handed rubber gloves and a mop.
“Let’s get the house in shape,” she said with a sugary smile. Before I knew it, I was scrubbing toilets, floors, and windows — all while she and Josh “caught up” in the living room over wine.
Then came dinner. She slapped a hunk of raw meat into my hands and said, “You’re on grill duty tonight. We like our women capable.”
I managed. Barely. After serving everyone — and cleaning up, of course — I finally asked, “Could I take a quick shower?”
Elaine raised her wine glass. “Oh sweetheart, the indoor shower’s busted. But don’t worry. There’s a basin and a hose out back.”
And that’s how I ended up crouched behind the house, bathing in a metal tub like I’d time-traveled to the 1800s — shivering under a garden hose, while my future in-laws laughed over dessert inside.
But karma? She’s got a beautiful sense of humor.
The next morning, I overheard Elaine giggling on the phone:
💬 “She thinks the shower’s broken. It works perfectly. I just wanted to see what kind of girl she is. A little test, that’s all.”
My heart sank. I felt humiliated, betrayed. But I stayed silent.
Because karma was already on her way.
That afternoon, a plumber arrived — one Elaine herself had called a week ago for a kitchen sink issue. What she didn’t know? He still had a key.
She decided to shower.
In the fully functional, perfectly warm, indoor bathroom.
And as fate would have it… the plumber walked straight in.
Elaine screamed. The door flung open. She came running out, soaked, wrapped in a towel, face redder than the wine she’d been sipping the night before.
Josh’s dad blinked, confused.
“The plumber? I thought you said it was just the kitchen sink.”
Josh looked at his mom. “Wait… you said the shower was broken?”
Her silence said everything.
We packed up that night.
Josh didn’t say a word to his mom on the way out. In the car, he turned to me, eyes filled with regret.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t stand up for you sooner.”
I smiled and said:
“It’s okay. Some tests backfire.”
Because sometimes, you don’t need revenge.
You don’t need a plan.
Sometimes, karma shows up exactly when she’s needed…
Soaked, screaming, and caught red-handed in a towel.