Emily shielded herself with her arms and blinked in confusion, not how she imagined the first morning after her wedding…
2000
Emily fell for Matt because of his toned physique, perfect posture, neat clothing and hairstyle, cooking skills, and tidiness at home.
“Why are you so perfect?” she asked once.
“My dad’s a military man; I became this way thanks to him,” Matt explained. “He’s strict but taught me a lot and made me stay active.”
“I can’t wait to meet him,” Emily said sincerely.
The first meeting with her in-laws was at a restaurant. Matt’s mom quietly, timidly greeted Emily and slipped behind the table.
“George Robert,” her future father-in-law boomed, introducing himself, then scanned Emily head to toe, like a machine. “Your shoes are dirty.”
“Excuse me?” Emily couldn’t believe her ears.
“There’s dirt on your shoes, your skirt’s poorly ironed, and your nails are a flashy color.”
“Red manicure is classic,” Emily tried to defend herself.
“It’s unacceptable,” George cut her off.
“Dad, please don’t upset Emily,” Matt pleaded.
“I’m giving constructive feedback; it’s not offensive,” George said…
Over dinner, Emily learned her figure wasn’t athletic, her hairstyle was wrong, her job wasn’t serious—criticisms piled up.
When she and Matt headed home, she asked as gently as she could, “Is your dad always like this?”
“Yeah, his job shapes him. You’ll get used to it.”
“I don’t want to get used to it,” Emily thought. “Fine, we’ll only see them on holidays anyway.”
Before the wedding, the company Emily worked for went bankrupt. She had to scramble for a new job and accept a lower salary. When Matt heard how much she’d earn, he was horrified.
“We can’t afford rent, let alone a mortgage,” he said.
“What do we do?” Emily asked, upset.
“Let’s move in with my parents. Dad offered; said it’s foolish to spend so much on rent when we could save for our own place.”
“I don’t think I can live with them,” Emily said, recalling her future father-in-law.
“What choice do we have?”
Emily replied sadly, “None.”
The wedding went better than Emily expected. Despite her fears, George didn’t interfere, though his face showed his disapproval.
But the first morning at her in-laws’ brought surprises. Someone yanked the blanket off Emily and barked, “Up!”
Emily covered herself, blinking in shock, seeing her father-in-law. George wasn’t fazed by her lacy nightgown and roared, “Ten minutes to get ready, report to the living room.”
Emily glanced at the clock, stunned. “Seven a.m.?”..
She looked at the other side of the bed—Matt was already gone.
In the living room, the whole family awaited her.
“Sit!” George commanded, pointing to a spot next to Matt.
“Why are you talking to me like a dog?” Emily tried to protest.
Her new husband pulled her down, whispering urgently, “Not now.”
“Emily, you’re in my house now, so you follow my rules,” George began.
One: Lights out at 10:00 p.m., up at 6:00 a.m. weekdays, 7:30 weekends.
Two: Everyone has chores; you’ll cook breakfast for all every morning.
Three: We eat as a family; no solo meals or snacking allowed.
Four: You contribute 30% of your salary to the household.
Five: Leave your room fully dressed and groomed each morning.
Six: If my wife needs help and you’re home, you assist.
Seven: You get two hours of free time—one morning, one evening.
Eight: You must exercise; I’ll oversee your workouts initially.
Nine: If you have a child, we’ll do a DNA test.
Ten: My orders are followed immediately.
Emily looked at the family, hoping for smiles and a “just kidding.”..
George continued, “Today’s special, so I allowed you to sleep past wake-up, leave your room in a robe, and skip breakfast duty. Starting tomorrow, you follow all rules.”
“And if I don’t?” Emily asked.
“You leave or face punishment.”
“Lock me in solitary?” Emily smiled.
Her smile faded under George’s heavy stare.
“Go dress properly,” he ordered. “We’ll eat, then I’m taking you to the gym. Your fitness needs work.”
Emily didn’t sit all day. George dragged her to the gym, exhausting her with exercises, then she helped her mother-in-law, ran errands, shopped…
That night, she collapsed into bed but couldn’t sleep—Emily had always been a night owl. After tossing for half an hour, she grabbed her laptop and earbuds, deciding to watch a movie, not noticing light seeping under the door.
Minutes later, the door flew open. George stormed in.
“No devices during sleep hours!” he barked, snatching her laptop.
“That’s mine!” Emily protested.
“You’ll get it back in the morning. Sleep now.”
“I can’t sleep; I’m not used to going to bed so early,” she tried to explain.
“Then you didn’t work hard enough today. Tomorrow’s load increases, and I’ll unplug the router at night.”
George turned off the light and left.
“Should’ve hidden under the blanket like the rest of us,” Matt muttered, waking up. “Now we can’t even go online at night.”
Emily realized he wasn’t joking and actually blamed her.
Emily’s life became a military-style Groundhog Day. She woke early, stumbled to the kitchen for breakfast duty, went to work, helped her mother-in-law at night, and fell into bed at ten, battling insomnia.
Worst of all, George decided to mold his daughter-in-law into a “real, respectable person,” as he put it.
First, he banned makeup and manicures. “Those frills are useless,” he said. “Clean hair and neat nails are a woman’s virtue.”…
Then George made Emily polish shoes and iron clothes repeatedly until he was satisfied.
Next came cooking, overseen by her quiet, submissive mother-in-law, Linda Marie.
“Cut potatoes for soup bigger, carrots smaller, or George won’t eat it,” Linda explained. “No, that’s too big—two millimeters smaller.”
“What nonsense, he won’t notice potato size in soup,” Emily thought.
But George noticed. He poured the soup from everyone’s bowls back into the pot, took it to the bathroom, and flushed it. He returned, handed Emily the empty pot, and said, “Redo it.”
Another time, Emily slipped up by snacking. She was heading to her room with a sandwich when George caught her.
“Emily, remember the rule about food?” he asked sternly.
“But I’m hungry.”
“If you’re not full, your portions will increase. Now throw out that sandwich.”
“That’s wasteful,” Emily argued.
“Exactly. Wasting food is a crime, and it’s on you. You need to be responsible if you want to live with my son and bear my grandchildren.”
“I’m not bearing you anything,” Emily thought bitterly.
One morning, she overslept. Seeing the clock, Emily realized she was late for breakfast and rushed to the hall in her nightgown.
George was waiting in the kitchen. “Emily, two violations: you overslept and left your room undressed.”
Anger surged. “So what? The world won’t end if I skip your crazy rules for one day.”
“You agreed to them when you moved in. If you don’t like it, leave.”
“You know I have nowhere to go. What, you’ll kick me out?”
“No, I’ll punish you,” George said calmly.
He grabbed her arm, dragged her through the house, shoved her into her and Matt’s room, took her phone, and locked the door from outside…
“Eight hours confined,” his voice came from the hall.
“Eight hours? I have work; I’ll be fined for missing it!” Emily panicked.
“Your fault, your consequences. Sit and think about how to avoid this. Since it’s short, food comes tonight.”
Emily pounded the door, but George didn’t open it. She hoped Matt would free her, but heard him leave for work.
George unplugged the router, so she couldn’t contact her boss or pass the time. She was left to think.
“I’ll escape this house,” Emily vowed to her reflection. “I’ll save for rent and leave, even if Matt doesn’t come.”
That evening, Emily confronted Matt. “Didn’t you hear your dad lock me in? Why didn’t you let me out?”
“Because it’s your fault,” Matt said. “No big deal, you sat in a room. I spent a week like that once; it’s fine.”
“That’s torture,” Emily gasped. “Matt, I don’t want to stay. Let’s move out, rent a studio, anything we can afford.”
“Why not follow Dad’s rules? What’s wrong with them? Stick to a schedule, eat right, exercise… Plus, there are perks. Last week, Dad drove to your work so you wouldn’t walk in the rain. When you were sick, he got your meds. You’re family; he cares.”
“Sure, there are perks,” Emily admitted. “But I won’t endure the downsides for them!”
“Look, Emily, I’m against moving. We can’t afford it. Accept it and try to fit in.”
“I can’t rely on Matt; I’ll move without him,” Emily thought. “Sorry, love, freedom’s worth more.”
The next day, Emily became the perfect daughter-in-law. She cooked a lavish breakfast, set the table flawlessly, pre-chopped potatoes for soup with millimeter precision.
“That’s better. Just eight hours locked up, and look at the results!” George said, pleased.
“I’m sorry for yesterday,” Emily said guiltily. “You gave me a home; I’m so grateful!”..
“Enjoy it while it lasts; the first chance I get, I’m gone,” she thought.
To avoid the house, Emily threw herself into work, staying late, taking overtime. Work was the only excuse George accepted for skipping chores.
Her efforts paid off. One day, her boss called her in. “I see you’re working hard, despite that recent absence. We need people like you. I’m offering a promotion, but it involves lots of travel. I heard you just got married; you might want time with your husband…”
“I’ll take it!” Emily exclaimed.
Her boss looked surprised. “Alright, you’re flying out this weekend.”
Emily returned from the trip heavy-hearted. In another city, she tasted freedom—evening walks, movies, ordering pizza to her hotel (George only allowed “proper, healthy food”), binge-watching shows till midnight.
Now, she felt like she was returning to a cage. Even Matt’s warm hug at the airport didn’t lift her mood. She realized she hadn’t missed him and wasn’t sure she still loved him.
As she unpacked, a text pinged her phone. Emily couldn’t believe her eyes and called her boss. “I just got money…”
“That’s your bonus; you saved us on that trip. Can we count on you moving forward?”
“Yes!” Emily nearly shouted. “Anytime, I’m all in!”
Matt peeked into the bedroom. “Why’re you yelling?”
Emily looked at him, her half-unpacked suitcase, her new bank balance, and said, “Matt, we’re getting divorced.”
“You’re joking?” he froze…
“No. I don’t love you anymore, and I won’t live in this boot camp. I get it’s normal for you—you grew up this way—but it’s unhealthy. I’m leaving now.”
As she spoke, Emily tossed belongings into bags. Matt realized she meant it.
“Where’ll you go, the streets?” he snapped.
“First a hostel, then I’ll rent a place. I got promoted; I can afford it, even without you.”
George poked his head in. “Enough chatting; you’ve said hello. Matt, wash the car. Emily, help Linda in the kitchen.”
“Nope,” Emily said with relish. “I’m divorcing Matt, so you’re nothing to me now. And you know, that’s the best part.”
A year later, Emily spotted Matt on the street, not alone but with a woman, her wedding ring suggesting she was his new wife.
“No makeup, skirt ironed, shoes spotless, eyes downcast,” Emily noted. “Been there, done that.”
Matt saw her but didn’t recognize her at first—Emily had changed her style and hair for her new role. Her boss had moved up, and Emily took her spot.
When Matt realized who she was, his eyes widened, then he panicked, seeing his ex approach.
Emily wasn’t after Matt but his wife. As she passed, she said, “Listen, run from that boot camp! You’re worth more.”
“Who are you, what’s that mean?” the woman stammered.
“Don’t mind her, she’s crazy,” Matt soothed.
From the woman’s eyes, Emily saw she understood and was thinking hard.
“How many naive girls will come after me and her?” Emily wondered. “Yeah, Matt, you won’t find happiness with your dad around. Not everyone’s built for a barracks.”
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