And at that moment I realized: enough. No more patience, no more respect, no more trying to save anything. I had a plan — very quiet, very simple, and very painful for them.

I gave him the PIN. But afterward I did something I don’t regret for a single second 😱😨 Continued in the first comment 👇👇

He left immediately, satisfied, without even thanking me. I closed my eyes and waited for the bank notification. As soon as I saw the withdrawal — almost my entire salary gone to buy his mother’s new phone — I got up, took my phone, and called the police.

— My card was stolen, — I said calmly. — The money was taken without my consent. Yes, I know the address of the person who did it. Yes, I’m ready to give a statement.

A few hours later my mother-in-law was arrested right at her home. The phone she had bought with my money was still in her hand. She was taken to the station, where she tried to whine that “her son had allowed it.” But the card was in my name. The payment — without my consent. Legally — pure theft. She now faces a fine or even criminal charges.

And my husband… My husband stormed home in fury, yelling that I had ruined his mother’s life.

I quietly packed his things, put the suitcase by the door, and said:

— For three years you lived at my expense. That’s enough. Go support your mother on your own.

And I closed the door in his face.