My Husband Told Me to Move Into the Guest Room So His Mom Could Have Our Bed

When Phoebe’s mother-in-law moves in for the week, she doesn’t just take the guest room. No, she takes Phoebe’s entire bedroom. And her husband, Jake, lets it happen. But if they want to treat her like a guest in her own home, she’ll show them exactly what checking out looks like.

I was actually excited when Doreen announced she was coming to stay for a week.

I fluffed the pillows in the guest room, put out fresh towels, and even stocked the bathroom with lavender-scented soap because I was feeling extra generous.

A beautiful guest bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A beautiful guest bedroom | Source: Midjourney

To top it off, I made her a batch of scones and cranberry and chocolate muffins. I was on my A-game.

This was my mother-in-law, after all. I wanted her to feel welcome.

What I didn’t realize, though, was that she was planning a hostile takeover.

Food on a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

Food on a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

That afternoon, I came home from work thinking that Doreen would have made us dinner. Secretly, I was hoping for her delicious stew and homemade rolls.

But it turned out that she had something else cooking.

I got into the quiet house, and stepped into my room, wanting to change into sweatpants and a sweater.

A pot of stew | Source: Midjourney

A pot of stew | Source: Midjourney

But instead of finding my room as it should have been, I found Doreen.

She was standing in the middle of my bedroom, happily unpacking her suitcase…

While tossing my clothes on the floor!

An older woman standing in front of a closet | Source: Midjourney

An older woman standing in front of a closet | Source: Midjourney

My dresses? Crumpled into a heap.

My shoes? Shoved into laundry baskets.

Her things? Neatly hung up in my closet like she owned the place.

For a moment, my brain refused to process what I was seeing.

A pile of clothing on the floor | Source: Midjourney

A pile of clothing on the floor | Source: Midjourney

This woman hadn’t just taken over the room, she had erased me from it.

“Oh! Good. You’re back, Phoebe!” she chirped, barely glancing at me. “Be a sweetheart and move your stuff to the guest room, would you? There’s hardly any space in here with all my things.”

I just stared at her, still trying to understand how we got here.

Then Jake walked in, carrying her second suitcase like some hotel bellhop.

A shocked woman standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

“Hey, Pheebs,” he said, like this was all completely normal. “Can you clear out of the room? Mom needs to rest. She’s had a long flight. You can set up in the guest room for the week. I’ll be in my office because you know my back can’t handle the guest room bed.”

There was my husband, talking to me like I was the intruder. Like I was someone he could just push around. Like my name wasn’t on the mortgage.

“I’m sorry, what?” I blinked. “You were saying?”

A man standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

Jake sighed deeply. It was like I was being difficult.

“Come on, Phoebe, it’s not a big deal, babe.”

He set Doreen’s suitcase down at the foot of my bed and straightened up.

“Mom is used to better accommodations, and we want her to be comfortable. It’s only a week, Phoebe. You’ll survive the guest room.”

A suitcase in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A suitcase in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

I’d survive the guest room? I couldn’t believe that this was coming from Jake. Moments ago, he had complained about the bed in the guest room, and now I was supposed to go in there and sleep like everything was fine?

What about what I was used to? What about… me?

I turned back to Doreen. She had already settled onto my bed, propped up against my pillows, scrolling on her phone like a queen in her palace.

“Honestly, dear,” Doreen said, not even looking up from her phone. “It’s the least you could do. Family takes care of family, after all.”

An older woman sitting on a bed | Source: Midjourney

An older woman sitting on a bed | Source: Midjourney

I felt something hot and bitter rise in my throat.

Family.

Funny how “family” only applies when I’m the one being inconvenienced.

“So let me get this straight,” I said. My voice came out calm, steady. “Your solution to having a guest in our home… was to move me out of my own bedroom?”

Jake rubbed the back of his neck.

A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney

A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“I literally just walked in and found my clothes in a pile on the floor,” I cut in, my voice sharper now.

I turned to Doreen.

“Did it ever even cross your mind to just, oh, I don’t know, stay in the guest room? I had it set up for you, too.”

Doreen finally looked at me, her expression shifting into something condescending and sickly sweet.

“Oh, honey. The guest room is far too small for me, Phoebe. It’s perfectly fine for you, though.”

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, is it?” I laughed.

I actually laughed out loud.

Jake shot me a warning look.

“Phoebe, let’s not make this a thing. Please.”

I looked at my husband. Like, I really looked at him.

A man standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

The way he wouldn’t quite meet my eyes. The way he stood there, not on my side. The way he had known this was happening and didn’t think I deserved a conversation about it.

My chest felt tight.

This wasn’t just about the bed. It wasn’t even about the room. It was about respect and me realizing that I didn’t have any from them.

And suddenly?

A woman standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

I was done.

I didn’t yell. I didn’t argue. I just smiled.

Then, I walked to the guest room. Jake thought I was moving into the guest room?

Oh, I was moving, all right.

I grabbed a suitcase and packed a few essentials. I took some clothes, my toiletries, and my laptop. Then, I wrote a very special note and left it on the guest room nightstand.

A gray suitcase in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A gray suitcase in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

Since you two clearly have everything under control at home, I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy your week together. I’ll be back when the house feels like mine again.

Best of luck!

Then, I picked up my purse, turned my phone on silent, and walked out of the front door.

A note on a nightstand | Source: Midjourney

A note on a nightstand | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t go to my sister’s. I didn’t go to a friend’s.

Nah. There was no need for any of that.

Instead, I checked myself into a luxury hotel across town. I made sure that there was a spa, room service, and a king-sized bed that no one could try to steal out from under me.

And because life is all about balance, I booked it all on Jake’s credit card.

The interior of a hotel | Source: Midjourney

The interior of a hotel | Source: Midjourney

The steam curled around me, thick and warm, as I sank deeper into the plush chair of the relaxation lounge. Somewhere in the background, soft instrumental music played.

It was the kind of music that was designed to melt stress away.

“Your water, ma’am,” a soft voice said to my side. “It’s cucumber and lemon infused.”

I had been in the spa for hours. Wrapped in a robe. Slippers on my feet. And nothing but peace around me.

And yet?

A glass of lemon and cucumber water | Source: Midjourney

A glass of lemon and cucumber water | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t relax.

The whole point of this, leaving my home and checking into a hotel, was to enjoy myself. To wash the situation off me like a bad dream.

But instead, I sat thinking about it all and how it had unfolded.

I exhaled slowly, staring down at my hands.

Why did it hurt so much?

A woman sitting in a spa | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting in a spa | Source: Midjourney

It wasn’t just about my bedroom or about Doreen. It was about Jake.

It was about the way he had looked at me when I walked into that room. Like I was being unreasonable. Like I was the one making things difficult.

He had asked me to move like it was a favor. Like I wasn’t his wife, who deserved the same care and attention that his mother had received.

A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

I swallowed hard, pressing my fingertips against my temples.

For years, I had been accommodating. For years, I had let Doreen’s little jabs and subtle insults roll off my back. For years, I had told myself that “she didn’t mean it like that. Don’t make a big deal about it.”

And now?

Now she had tossed my clothes on the floor and made herself at home in my bedroom.

And Jake had let her!

I squeezed my eyes shut.

A woman at a spa | Source: Midjourney

A woman at a spa | Source: Midjourney

I married Jake because I thought he saw me. Because I thought he valued me. But today had proved something I didn’t want to admit.

I was an afterthought in Jake’s life.

I clenched my jaw and sat up straighter.

No.

I wasn’t going to sit here drowning in this. I wasn’t going to let this spiral into something that ate me alive.

A determined woman | Source: Midjourney

A determined woman | Source: Midjourney

I had left for a reason. And I had made my point. And if Jake wanted me back in that house, he was going to have to understand exactly why I left in the first place.

I took a slow sip of my water, letting the coolness settle in my chest.

For now?

I was going to finish my spa day.

But soon?

I was going to have a conversation Jake would never forget.

A woman having a spa treatment | Source: Midjourney

A woman having a spa treatment | Source: Midjourney

I walked through the front door of my house, dropped my bag onto the entryway table, and let the silence settle around me.

It smelled clean, like lemon-scented polish and fabric softener. Like someone had been desperately trying to make the house feel normal again.

Good.

A foyer | Source: Midjourney

A foyer | Source: Midjourney

I had only made it three steps into the living room before I saw him.

Jake was already waiting.

His arms were crossed, jaw tight. His dark circles told me that he hadn’t been sleeping well.

Good.

“Phoebe, you’re back,” he said, his voice unreadable.

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“I live here, Jake,” I said simply.

Something flickered in his expression, but he masked it quickly.

“Well, thanks for finally coming home.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “Did my absence inconvenience you?”

“You didn’t have to leave.”

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

I laughed.

“I didn’t?” I gestured toward the bedroom. “Jake, you and your mother literally kicked me out of my own bed. You didn’t ask. You didn’t suggest. You told me.”

He sighed.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it?” I challenged. “Because from where I was standing, it looked a hell of a lot like you were telling me I didn’t belong in my own damn home.”

A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

Silence.

I could see my husband fighting with himself, wanting to defend his actions but also knowing I was right.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal,” he said finally.

I nodded slowly, absorbing the words. There it was.

“You didn’t think it was a big deal?” I repeated. “Of course, you didn’t. Because it wasn’t your bed being taken—you willingly gave it. Your clothes weren’t thrown to the floor, your cupboard was perfectly untouched…”

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

He flinched.

“Jake, you stood there and watched while she erased me from our space. You just let it happen.”

“That’s not what I meant to do,” he said, his expression finally cracking under the pressure.

“But it’s what you did.”

He swallowed, looking down. And for the first time, I could see it. The weight of everything sinking in.

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“I thought I was keeping the peace,” he said.

We were both silent for a while.

“She left early, you know,” he said. “She said that she needed the cooking and cleaning to be done if she was going to be relaxed. She couldn’t handle the fact that she needed to do it.”

“I know,” I said. “I didn’t expect her to stick around long after I left. She just wanted to be waited on.”

A glum woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A glum woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“She crossed a line in this house, Phoebe,” he said suddenly.

“Yeah, Jake,” I said, holding his gaze. “She did. And so did you.”

He looked down again, nodding slightly.

For the first time since I had walked in, I saw it. The realization.

Not just that he had messed up. But why.

An upset man | Source: Midjourney

An upset man | Source: Midjourney

When he finally met my eyes again, he looked exhausted.

“I hate that you felt like you had to leave,” he admitted.

“I hate that I wasn’t made to feel like I could stay,” I continued.

Silence.

I watched him for a moment, gauging the sincerity. He meant it.

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“Good.”

“I’ll order takeout,” he said after a pause.

“Fine with me, Jake,” I said.

Then I walked past him toward our bedroom, where my clothes were back in place. Where my things were neatly put away. And where, finally, I belonged again.

Indian takeout on a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

Indian takeout on a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

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13 Celebrities That Seem to Have Discovered the Secret of Youth

There must be something rejuvenating in that Hollywood water! That’s a thought we all have in our heads from time to time when looking at pictures of forever fresh stars that seem to not have understood the concept of time. While we count how many new grey hairs grew this month, these celebrities keep on shocking us with the inconsistency of their age and their appearance.

Here at Bright Side, we love following celebrities, especially if it seems like they know the secrets of staying young and fresh forever. There’s definitely something we need to learn from them.

1. Eve, 1992 vs 2019

Eve started her career at a young age and has over 20 years of being under the spotlight. Now she’s 42, and it looks like years haven’t left any marks on her.

2. Gabrielle Union, 2009 vs 2021

The Bring It On and Being Mary Jane star shared that at 48 she has a few rules that boost her glow. She drinks enough water, makes sure she gets at least 8 hours of sleep, and exercises.

3. Queen Latifah, 1987 vs 2020

The Oscar-nominated, Grammy- and Emmy-winning singer and actress turned 51 on March 18. Queen shares that she does eat a lot of vegetables and lean meats, hydrates religiously and thinks that as long as you’re young at heart, your actual age doesn’t really matter.

4. Alicia Silverstone, 1992 vs 2020

The Clueless star, who is 44 years old, says that her diet is the secret to her youth — Alicia is vegan and leads an eco-friendly lifestyle. She shares that once she gave up meat and dairy, she started looking better after just 2 weeks.

5. Jeremy Piven, 2005 vs 2021

The famous American actor and comedian shared that he lifts weights, jumps rope, and does jiujitsu. He also said in an interview that he has been doing yoga for decades and goes for a run when he wakes up.

6. Alfre Woodard, 1995 vs 2020

Alfre Woodard is now 68 years old, but looking at her pictures from the past, it feels like she just changes outfits and hairstyles, but doesn’t age at all.

7. Jamie Foxx, 2004 vs 2021

There is always a question when it comes to Jamie Foxx — how does he still look as young as he did in the 2000s? Back then, when he was 33, he had his own series, The Jamie Foxx Show. Today, he’s 53 and still a popular actor that seems to have found the fountain of youth.

8. Sharon Stone, 2002 vs 2021

The 63-year-old actress shares that her secret of youth is something she took from her mom — she shares that she gave her a jar of moisturizer and told her to clean her skin and moisturize morning and night, and that’s what she does.

9. Bianca Lawson, 1991 vs 2019

Bianca Lawson has played teenagers on-screen since 1993 and it’s really no surprise why. The Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Pretty Little Liars star is 42, but you can’t tell since her glowing skin looks like it’s ageless. Bianca shares that she prefers natural sweeteners to sugar and tea to coffee and believes that youth is a mentality, so to stay young you have to reduce stress and enjoy life.

10. Alicia Keys, 1997 vs 2021

The 40-year-old singer not only looks young and fresh, but she also manages to look younger than her years without wearing heavy makeup — she advocates for embracing natural beauty and actually has incredible skin. Her routine includes jade rolling, oils, and cucumber pulp.

11. Elizabeth Hurley, 2001 vs 2021

Today the British model is 54 years old, but in her latest Instagram posts, she legitimately looks like a girl in her 20s. And though it looks effortless, she does put a lot of effort into it. Her methods are hydration, a balanced diet, and workouts. For example, Elizabeth does squats while brushing her teeth and considers gardening her main form of exercise.

12. Helena Christensen, 1998 vs 2020

It’s hard to believe, but the famous supermodel turns 52 this year, showing her flawless body on her Instagram account. Helena shared that in Denmark, where she’s from, people are taught to not hide anything when it comes to what nature gave them.

13. Janet Jackson, 1998 vs 2020

The music legend turned 55 in May and it seems like 20 years have left no marks on her face. Jackson doesn’t really share her secrets to staying young, though she mentioned that she has a mostly plant-based diet, doesn’t eat meat, and that she has a long-term relationship with fitness.

What’s your secret to staying youthful? We’d be happy to see your comments in the section below.

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