I (27F) live with my fiancé (31M). We got our own spot, chill vibes, grown folks only. Life was cruisin' smooth… until his mama started actin' like she’s on the lease.

She got a key (big mistake, I know), and she be poppin up unannounced like it’s a damn drive thru. I’ll be in a hoodie, bonnet, mindin my business, and here she come, swingin the door open like it’s her house.

She’ll deadass start reorganizing my kitchen, talkin bout “this isn’t how I would do it,” and once had the AUDACITY to say my couch gave “cheap influencer energy.” Like girl… it’s West Elm, not Craigslist.

I told my man to check her, and he hit me with the weak ass “that’s just how she is.” Nah fam, that ain’t gonna fly. So last week she pulled up again while I was on a work call, started cleaning out my fridge, while I was talkin to my boss. I hit my limit.

I told her straight up: “This ain’t your spot, you don’t pay rent, you don’t pay utilities, and you sure as hell don’t run nothing here. If you gonna keep poppin up like this, start sendin Venmo.”

She looked SHOOK, packed up her purse, and dipped. Now she’s tellin the whole fam I “disrespected her in her son’s house” (LMAO our house, ma’am), and his sister texted me sayin’ I got “too much mouth.”

Fiancé’s stuck in the middle but lowkey agrees she be doin’ too much.

So fr, was I outta pocket? Or was it time somebody told her this ain’t Motel 6?

AITAH or nah??