My name is Susan D., I’m 56, and my patience has completely run out. My son and his wife moved in “just for a few months” after some personal issues. I was happy to help. I stocked the fridge, cooked meals, and tried to make everyone comfortable in my home.
But eight months later, it feels less like a shared family space and more like a free-for-all grocery store. My groceries disappear faster than I can buy them, and my son doesn’t seem to care. I’ve watched my daughter-in-law (DIL) eat everything in sight, and I’m tired of running a one-sided household.
Thanksgiving was the absolute last straw. I had carefully planned the meal, bought the turkey, and prepared all the sides for a cozy family dinner. When I went to the fridge to pull out the main course, the turkey was gone. I mean, it was completely eaten by my daughter-in-law before the dinner even happened.
I grabbed my phone and sent them a message explaining that I couldn’t cover groceries forever and that she needed to contribute. I thought explaining my frustration calmly would lead to understanding and a solution. Instead, she laughed off my concerns.
“It’s your house, but your rules are ridiculous,” she replied. My son just shrugged like my frustration didn’t even matter, turning a blind eye to the disrespect.
I’ve always tried to be kind and empathetic, but this felt like blatant disrespect. I want to support them, and I love my family, but I can’t allow my generosity to be treated as an endless privilege. My daughter-in-law is acting way too comfortable treating my home like a free store, and my son’s indifference stings.
I am not wrong for feeling hurt. Anyone would be upset if something they bought and planned for kept disappearing. When family moves in, it’s normal to hope for teamwork and respect, not a one-sided situation where you feel taken for granted.
I’m not asking for anything crazy. I’m simply saying, “If you eat it, help pay for it.” That’s normal. That’s adult life. It’s the only way family living under one roof stays peaceful.
Setting rules doesn’t make me a bad mother-in-law; it makes me a person who knows her worth. I opened my door, my fridge, and my heart. The least they can give is respect and shared responsibility.
So yes, it is absolutely fair to insist she pays for groceries. The “free ride” chapter is over, and a new one called shared responsibility begins now. I will stand my ground. I am simply protecting my home and my peace.