
02/11/2025
AFTER TWO YEARS OF MARRIAGE, I FOUND OUT THE APARTMENT I PAID RENT FOR BELONGED TO MY HUSBAND AND HIS MOM.
When Jeremy and I got married, we agreed to split everything 50/50, including rent. He found the apartment, said it was $2,000 a month, and every month I handed him my $1,000 share while he supposedly sent it to the landlord.
For two years, I thought everything was normal.
Until one December evening.
I got stuck in the elevator with one of my neighbors. We chatted until she casually mentioned something that made my stomach drop:
"Oh, you live in Mrs. Lorrie and Jeremy's apartment, right?"
Mrs. Lorrie. As in Jeremy's MOM.
Confused, I asked what she meant. The neighbor, completely unaware of the bomb she'd just dropped, happily explained:
"Yeah, Jeremy's mom bought that apartment years ago! Rented it out for a while, then he moved in with his ex. And now, you guys!"
My blood ran cold. I wasn't paying rent. I was paying Jeremy and his mom.
For TWO YEARS, I had unknowingly handed over $24,000 straight into their pockets.
I barely made it inside before the rage took over. But I didn't explode. No, I called Jeremy instead.
"Hey, babe," I said sweetly. "When's rent due again?"
"December 28," he answered casually.
Perfect.
I spent the next two weeks acting normal โ laughing at his jokes, cooking dinners, etc.
But behind the scenes? I was plotting my revenge. โฌ๏ธ