Linda, my MIL, has always been complicated and very much opinionated. She would never miss a chance to make comments on how I dress my kids or how I raise them. But while I got angry because of her behavior, my husband, her only son, developed a defensive mechanism and simply ignored everything she said.

When Linda took a six-week trip to Millbrook, which she called her “soul-searching vacation,” I felt like I had finally found my peace. At the time, my father-in-law—a very reasonable man—was also away on a business trip.

When Linda finally returned and paid a visit, bragging about her trip during which she discovered her artistic side, she was met by my dog’s uncontrollable howling.

It wasn’t Daisy’s typical behavior, and I was really confused as to why she would act like that towards Linda.

But Linda seemed totally different. She didn’t make any remarks, and even said Daisy’s barking was just fine. It didn’t bother her at all because she was just a dog.

I was really confused. It was as though Linda was trying to hide something, but I had no idea what it could be.

In the days that followed, my dog’s barking and howling whenever she saw Linda became even louder. She wouldn’t even let her near the kids.

One day, Linda stopped by and asked to take the kids for the night. Honestly, I didn’t feel at peace with the idea, but she and my husband insisted so I agreed.

“Dave, there is something about your mom that angers Daisy. You know, she’s a German Shepherd and you know they can sense things people can’t,” I told my husband that day. He, however, said I was just paranoid.

As Linda and the kids left the house, Daisy stayed at the window and barked as loud as never before.

A couple of hours later, I decided to go to Linda’s place and check on the kids. I knew she would be mad when she’d see me there, but honestly, I didn’t really care.

When I entered the place, it was completely empty. But that’s when I noticed the door to Linda’s room where she kept some of my children’s toys.

I opened the door and there they were. The kids were on the floor, drawing and painting, while Linda was talking to a man in his thirties.

“Rachel, what are you doing here?” she asked, shocked and confused as though she had seen a ghost.

“Linda, who is this person,” I asked.

She explained that he was Marcus, a man she had met during her trip to Millbrook.

“But why is he here?” I demanded to know.

At first, she claimed that he was an artist she was trying to help boost his career, but eventually, she confessed that she was seeing him for the last couple of months.

She begged me not to tell Dave of her affair, but it wasn’t something I could keep a secret.

I took my kids and left.

That evening, I told Dave everything. He confronted his mother and then told everything to his father. It was a decision he had made himself.

Whether or not Linda and her husband would make amends is something I am not familiar with. I just know that Daisy could sense the scent of someone unfamiliar to her on Linda’s clothes and tried to protect our family at every cost.

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