On Christmas, my husband’s sister, Evelyn Johnson, and her family asked if they could hitch a ride with me back to their hometown. Without hesitation, I agreed. On the day of the trip, there were five of them, and my car couldn’t fit everyone. Evelyn shamelessly said, “I’ll buy you a bus ticket for the ride back, and my husband can drive the car. Otherwise, we can’t fit everyone in. “We’re family. You can’t make us split up just because you’re an outsider.” I refused, but they simply tried to take my car anyway. So, I called the police. “I need to report a car theft.” This year, my husband, Keith Harding, had his holiday early, so he went home ahead of me. I was stuck working overtime and wouldn’t be heading back until Christmas. Evelyn’s family was also heading home for the holiday and decided to hitch a ride with me. Since they were family, I agreed right away and double-checked with Evelyn, confirming that there would only be four people in total. But when the day came, Evelyn showed up with a colleague tagging along. I looked at the number of people and hesitated. “Evelyn, my car can only fit four people. Five won’t work.” Evelyn didn’t seem concerned. “Oh, it’ll be fine. Your car looks big enough, and we’ll squeeze in. We’ll just hold the two kids,” she said. But it wasn’t about squeezing in. It was about safety and rules. I explained, “Evelyn, my car isn’t allowed to carry that many people. We could get fined for overloading it.” Evelyn’s face soured, and she snapped, “What’s your problem, Cynthia Morgan? Are you worried about saving a few bucks?” I quickly denied, “Evelyn, you’re misunderstanding. I’m just saying it’ll be uncomfortable for all of us with an overloaded car, especially on Christmas.” But Evelyn wasn’t listening. The group just pushed open the car doors and started piling in. Her kids, who were both in elementary school, had grown so fast. Her son was even a bit chubby, and there was no way he could fit. Reluctantly, I tried to find another solution. “Evelyn, there really isn’t enough space. “How about I order another car for you guys? That way, we won’t be cramped.” Evelyn’s colleague suddenly objected, “Taxis are so expensive during the holidays! I can’t afford that.” I was a bit speechless. “I’ll pay for the ride, so let’s not make a fuss.” Just as I was about to book a taxi, Evelyn grabbed my phone out of my hands and refused. “No, I need to talk to my colleague on the way. Let’s keep things as they are.” I was getting irritated. Why were they making this so difficult? But I kept my cool and suggested, “How about your husband take another car?” Evelyn shot that down immediately. “No, he has to stay with me. And my kids need to stay with us too. I can’t let them go separately.” I couldn’t take it anymore. “Ugh, what do you want from me? Are we going home or not? Are we going to have Christmas dinner or not?” Evelyn thought for a moment, then handed my phone back and pulled me aside. “Hey, why don’t you just order a taxi for yourself? We’ll take your car. My husband can drive it.” I was livid, my voice sharp with anger. “Are you serious, Evelyn? You’re saying my own car isn’t good enough for me to drive, and I have to pay for my own ride home?” Evelyn didn’t see the issue. Instead, she pulled out 50 dollars from her bag and handed it to me. “So this whole thing is about money? Here, take fifty bucks, buy a bus ticket, and we’ll use your car.” I was so mad, I almost laughed. How shameless could they be? Since they were acting like this, I wasn’t going to let them get away with it. I tore off the mask and said, “Fine, you want to do this? Get out of my car. Take a bus home. You’re not riding with me anymore.”
When Evelyn and her family heard me, instead of feeling guilty, they turned around and blamed me. “Cynthia, what’s wrong with you? We’re family, and you want to separate us? You’re all alone, just take the bus by yourself,” Evelyn said. How could she even say that? I shot back, “Evelyn, get this straight. This is my car.” Evelyn rolled her eyes. “When you marry someone, you marry everything that comes with them. You married my brother, so everything you have is ours now.” Her husband, Bobby Johnson, chimed in, “Exactly, Cynthia, your car is our family’s car. You’re the only one going back, so just take the bus. We’ll look out for each other.” They were so bold about taking my car and kicking me out of it. It was unbelievable. My anger flared, and I snapped, “My car is mine, and it’s got nothing to do with you! Don’t flatter yourselves. “Anyway, my car can only fit four people, so you can sit or not, it’s up to you.” With that, I slammed the car door shut and was about to leave. But Evelyn blocked the door with her hand, and in the process, she somehow managed to pinch her hand badly. She cried out in pain and ran straight to her husband. Her entire family turned on me, pointing fingers. “Cynthia, what did you do? You hurt Evelyn!” Seeing her hurt, I did feel a little guilty, so I apologized. “Sorry, Evelyn. I didn’t notice your hand when you put it there.” But instead of being grateful, Evelyn turned on me, spitting out, “Cynthia, you’ve been married to my brother for how long, and you still don’t respect me?” Then she grabbed me and pulled at me. “Get out. We’re taking this car.” She really had no shame. I shoved her away. “Evelyn, stop overstepping.” The two kids, seeing the struggle, rushed over and kicked me. “Don’t hurt our mom!” Though they were just kids, their kicks were surprisingly strong, and one hit me hard enough to leave me in pain. I couldn’t take it anymore and shouted at them, “You two uneducated brats, how dare you lay hands on me?” Bobby immediately stepped in, blocking the kids and pulling me out of the car, shouting, “Cynthia, what the hell is your problem?!” I put my hands on my hips and shot back, “If you can’t control your own kids, then it’s up to me to teach them some manners. They’re already learning to hit people at such a young age.” Evelyn stood by, clapping and cheering them on. “Good job! These are my kids, after all. See? Your aunt deserved it. She has no respect.” After hearing their mom’s encouragement, the kids got even bolder. They grabbed me and said, “Get up. Let Dad drive the car.” They were so strong for their size, and I refused to let go of the car, shouting, “Is there no law anymore? This is my car!” Evelyn jumped in to help, and together with the kids, they pulled me out of the car. She shoved me so hard that I landed on the ground, hurting all over. I couldn’t get up. Seizing the chance, the whole group hopped into my car, started it up, and sped off, leaving me sitting there, stunned and in pain.
I stood there, watching my car drive off into the distance, my face burning with anger. Slowly, I managed to get up, feeling pain all over my body. I couldn’t swallow the humiliation, so I dialed the police. “Hello, I need to report a theft. Someone took my car. The license plate is…” The police immediately intercepted the car at a highway exit. Evelyn was completely stunned when they stopped her. After the police explained the situation, she glanced at me, who was standing there with a cold expression. Evelyn’s anger flared up, and in front of the officers, she lunged at me, shouting, “Cynthia, you bitch, how dare you call the police? Don’t you have any conscience? I’ll beat you to death!” Thankfully, the police pulled her away in time. I hid behind the officers and said, “Officers, you saw it, right? They didn’t just steal my car. They tried to hit me.” The police gave Evelyn’s group a stern reprimand. “What do you think you’re doing? You’re trying to hit her right in front of us?” That was enough to calm Evelyn down. She quickly started explaining, “You misunderstood, this is my brother’s wife. We’re all family. Don’t listen to her. She’s just being unreasonable. We’re in a rush to get home. Please let us go.” The police asked, “Is that true?” I nodded and added, “Yes, they’re relatives, but they did steal my car. They dragged me out of the car and even tried to hit me.” I rolled up my sleeves and showed them the bruises on my arms and neck. We were all taken to the police station for questioning. Even though they were family, I refused to forgive them and demanded compensation. When Evelyn heard that, she exploded. “What do you mean compensation? Your money is the same as my brother’s money. If I pay you, I’m just moving it from one pocket to the other!” But I stood firm. “So what? You deserve it. You stole my car and even hit me. “If you don’t pay, you’ll be going to jail.” Evelyn gritted her teeth and hissed. “You bitch, you wait. I’ll pay today, but you’ll regret this. Let’s see if my brother still wants you.” I scoffed, “Pay up.” I was certain that my husband, Keith, would stand by me. We’ve always had a strong relationship since we got married. Evelyn’s colleagues kept complaining, “Why does it always cause so many problems when I take your car? I’m not paying for this. Don’t drag me into your family drama.” Evelyn didn’t have much to say and reluctantly handed me 20 thousand dollars. Once we left the police station, I rushed to get my car back and head home. But Evelyn stood by, glaring at me. I shot her a warning glance. “If you touch me again, the compensation won’t just be this amount.” With that, I got into my car and drove off, leaving them all behind, stomping their feet in frustration. The delay on the road had eaten up a lot of time, and by the time I got home, it was already dark. I knocked and entered, only to find my husband, Keith, waiting for me with a dark face. The moment he saw me, he started questioning, “I’ve been calling you non-stop. Why didn’t you answer?” I pulled out my phone and realized it was completely dead. I was exhausted from the day, so I pouted and hugged him. “My phone died. You have no idea how hard it’s been for me today.” Instead of comforting me, my husband shoved me away and scolded, “Tell me, what good did you do today?”
I was completely stunned, and after a moment of thinking, I realized he must be talking about what happened with Evelyn. At that moment, his mother, Marie Harding, came out of the kitchen and shot me a cold look. I quickly explained, “Evelyn’s family had a lot of people. The car was too small, but they insisted on taking mine and made me take the bus. So, I had no choice but to come back on my own.” Marie wasn’t buying it. She angrily scolded, “Evelyn, you’ve really gotten bold! How dare you treat Evelyn like that?” She then turned to my husband, Keith, and lectured him. “Keith, you’d better handle your wife. If I did something like this years ago, your dad would’ve slapped me.” Even Marie couldn’t be this unreasonable. This wasn’t even my fault! I protested, “It was Evelyn who started bullying me. “They even left bruises on me!” I added. Just then, the door creaked open, and Evelyn and her family walked in. Without a word, Evelyn slapped me across the face and yelled in front of everyone, “Cynthia, you had the nerve to call the police on us and demand compensation. Let’s see if I don’t teach you a lesson today!” I slapped Evelyn right back, firing back. “You were in the wrong first! I was just trying to get my car back.” Evelyn looked at my husband with teary eyes. “Keith, look at her! You just let her bully me, and you’re not going to do anything? “She’s only been in the family for a short time and already called the cops on me. She even made me pay her 20 thousand dollars!” She held up her hand, which had been caught in the car door, and complained, “Look, my hand’s like this now. And she still says I’m bullying her! “See? My hand is black and blue.” Keith looked at her hand with pity in his eyes. I defended myself. “She did it to herself! I was closing the door, and she insisted on sticking her hand in, then tried to pull me out of the car!” But Keith, instead of standing by me, raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. The pain was immediate and sharp, and I covered my reddening cheek, staring at Keith in disbelief. “You hit me?” I asked, my voice trembling. Keith didn’t look guilty at all. He simply ordered, “Apologize to her, and give her the 20 thousand dollars back.” All the frustration inside me boiled over, and I couldn’t hold back my tears. I cried out, “They were in the wrong from the start! It was my car, and they forced me out, making me take the bus home. Why should I just let that go? “I only called the cops to protect my rights! Why do I have to apologize? Keith, I’m your wife. Don’t turn your back on me like this.” Evelyn looked all innocent. “It’s because we’re family. How could we go home separately? She’s an outsider, so it’s totally normal for her to take the bus. “As for family, Keith and I are family. We’ve been together for decades, and you’ve only just married him. Of course, he’s closer to me.” My anger flared, and with a cry in my voice, I shouted, “Evelyn, you’re shameless! Get this straight. It’s my car, not yours!” Keith, instead of defending me, snapped back, “The car is yours, but we’re married now. That car belongs to our family. What’s the problem if I want my sister to use it? “Cynthia, I didn’t expect you to be so cold-hearted. You don’t care about family at all, and you called the cops on Evelyn. Fine, here’s the deal. apologize to her, transfer the car to Evelyn’s name, and we’ll consider it done.” Evelyn didn’t say a word but looked at me with a smug grin. I stood my ground. “No, I won’t. Why should I?” Keith, usually so gentle, now pointed at me with a warning in his eyes. “If you don’t apologize, you won’t be having Christmas dinner tonight.” Looking at the veins bulging on his forehead and the fire in his eyes, I suddenly felt a chill in my heart. But I wasn’t going to just take this. I walked over, flipped the table, and declared, “Then no one eats.”
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