My wife Emilys parents gave us an astonishingly expensive wedding gifta flat! They presented us with the keys and declared we were the owners, but the place was brand-new, purchased as a shell. My mother-in-law remarked that since they had bought us a flat, it was only proper that my parents chip in with the renovation. My parents had already given us a generous sum beforehand, but they agreed to also help with the upkeep.
We decided to dive straight into the renovations after the wedding. My dad, being a seasoned builder, sourced all the materials, and I became his makeshift helper; sometimes Emily popped by to lend a hand as well.
Now and then, my father-in-law would assist, too. We made a pact not to rent the flat before finishing the refurbishments, hoping to save up and stay with Emily’s folks in the meantime.
One foggy afternoon, as I was rummaging for a typed letter and some council paper, my gaze drifted over to the stack relating to our flat. Something in the deeds jarred meit turned out my mother-in-law was the official owner!
That night, Dad and I were meant to pick up tiles and fixtures, but I asked him if we could shift it and told him what Id stumbled on. I wanted to talk everything through and make sense of it.
Why is Mum the owner of the flat? Why not Emily? I asked, as straightforward as you like once everyone was home.
Oh, don’t be daft! Its just so our Emily doesnt get upset, my mother-in-law replied breezily.
What do you mean?
Well, you’d run off with half the flat if you got divorced!
Your flat? You think its fair that Dad and I are pouring time and money inalmost equal to half the flats worth? And why assume well split up? Weve barely started!
Mum, I asked you to put the flat in my name, Emily muttered.
So you knew about this little trickery?
No, you dont see I did know, but I told Mum she really should put it in my name!
Oh Emily, what a brilliant way to start our marriage! With secrets!
Since that bizarre evening, Ive moved back to my parents house. I still dont know what to do next. Emily keeps reaching out, but I need time to think. I never expected such cunning from her family. Though, maybe all parents do something like this…
How on earth do I handle this?
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