20 Family Members Who Turned Out to Be Wolves in Sheep's Clothing

Sometimes, the deepest betrayals come not from strangers, but from those who share your last name. Here are 20 shocking stories of family members who proved that not everyone under the same roof has your back.

• My mom likes to live a rather extravagant life, even though we don't have the means for it. I occasionally help her out financially but she crossed all limits when she asked me to borrow money from a friend, so I could buy her an expensive necklace on her birthday that she wanted. When I turned her down, she told me I was no longer invited to the party.
• My dad once made a rocking horse for my niece. He carved it out of several pieces of wood, hand-braided the tail and mane out of rope that he painstakingly unwound, and hand-painted it.
  It was a beautiful toy that would have lasted for generations.
  One day, her father was too lazy to go out and chop wood, so he smashed it up and threw it into the fire. © dewright23 / Reddit
• My husband and I found out the other day that we're expecting a daughter, and we decided to name her Ariadne - we both love this name.
  Recently, my husband told about it to his parents. My mother-in-law almost choked with shock when she heard the name we chose! She immediately said that the granddaughter must be named Maria after her grandmother. And that, in her opinion, was out of the question.
  I tried to explain my position and even give arguments in defense of our choice, but no one even wanted to listen to me. All my husband's relatives sided with my mother-in-law. My parents supported me, so my mother-in-law snapped at them. She shouted that we have our family line, and therefore we should call our children by the names of grandparents.
  It all turned into a big fight and I felt so bad that I was taken to the hospital by ambulance. In the morning, my husband called me and we chatted. And then my husband said, "If Mom wants it so bad, let's name our daughter Maria, because it's just a name for a child. And we will name the second child as we want."
  I snapped and told him that I will register the child with the name I want, because for his family, it is just a name. My husband went silent and said, "Well, whatever you want," and hung up the phone. I want our child to have the name that my husband and I have chosen. But I don't want to spoil the relationship with my in-laws. © YOUZHEZMARRIED / VK

• My mom wants grandchildren and is bugging me terribly about it, and I don’t even have a boyfriend.
  So, I went on my third date with a guy. We come out of the cafe, and I see my mom! We said hello, my mom looked at Jake and said, “Well, when should I expect grandchildren?” He even got pale, but quickly came round and said, “We haven’t decided yet!” © Caramel / VK
• My grandmother and I went to visit my aunt. I was about 12 years old. I had very long hair at the time. But, except for a simple ponytail, I didn’t know how else to style it.
  Usually my mum, grandma or friends would braid it. My aunt was furious that my grandmother braided my hair every morning. One morning, she took my ponytail and just cut it off while my grandmother wasn’t home.
  When we returned home, my mum was shocked, and I cried all the time because the short haircut didn’t suit me. So now I have to live with a bob, and I wanted to be like Rapunzel. © MissXaker / Pikabu
• My sister invites our mother to go to Turkey for a holiday. The mother always says, “You don’t understand, I’m 70 years old, it’s hard for me, I can’t do it!” But the funny thing is that our parents work in the garden every single day to grow organic potatoes that no one needs. And all this is under the pretext, “Well, we have to exercise, it’s our hobby!” © Nachtwandler70 / Pikabu

• My husband and I have our phones on silent until at least 10 a.m. on weekends. So, we're sleeping. Suddenly, I wake up to the sound of my husband pulling on shorts and a T-shirt. Immediately, the intercom rings. I ask him, "Who is it?" He replies, "Police."
  It turns out that my mom sent me a screenshot of the water meter in messenger at 7 or 8 a.m. And 2 ticks didn't appear. She started calling me at 8 a.m., but my phone died overnight. She called my husband, and his phone was on silent.
  He read her message that he had to open the door to the police because they were helping to search her missing child only at 10 a.m. To say I was angry is an understatement. We are 37 years old. © Zosia1987 / Pikabu
• I stopped inviting one of my son’s friends over because his mom had endless rules: no hot dogs, no grapes, no unsupervised outdoor play—even in middle school. She once emailed during a school pancake breakfast to say it was probably safe because the batter was chilled properly.
  In contrast, another kid’s mom came to pick him up, saw their kite stuck in a tree, and ordered him to climb up and get it—no hesitation. That’s when I thought, Now that’s a proper childhood.

• Our family have a huge problem, and we don't know what to do. My husband's father did a DNA test for an unknown reason, and it turned out that he is not my husband's biological father. My husband is now 32, I am 29 years old.
  My mother-in-law did not deny it, but replied something like, "Who cares what happened 30 years ago! Do I have to remember everything? After all, the main thing is that I loved you all these 30 years. Don't you care about that?"
  She is a good woman, she and her husband have always lived in love and harmony. But now my father-in-law wants a divorce. My husband is angry with his father and resentful of his mother. They all text him and complain about each other. What should we do? I'm in shock. © Overheard / VK
• Since having my fourth baby, my mother-in-law keeps barging in uninvited. She never helps—just eats whatever’s around. One day, I brewed a small pot of coffee, went to nurse the baby, and returned to find it all gone. Another time, she devoured leftovers I had saved for myself.
  Last straw? I made four pizzas, went to settle the baby, and returned to find everything eaten—my husband and his mom polishing off the last bites. Even the slice my son had saved for me had vanished. I finally snapped, told them both to leave.
  Now my husband’s sulking and she’s playing victim, but I’m just relieved she’s not here.
• My cousin’s son turned eight and was excited for his birthday party. But instead of it being his special day, his younger sister—who wasn’t even born in the same season—was treated like the guest of honor. Two cakes, decorations with her name, even a demand that guests bring gifts for both kids or not come at all.
  At the party, everyone fussed over her. She got more presents, a bike, and even the birthday song. The birthday boy ended up in tears. I comforted him and then confronted my aunt, only to be told I had ruined everything. Unbelievable.

• Once, my mum and I were staying with my aunt when I was about 5 years old. And one day my aunt thought I had stolen her money. There was an envelope in a book, and then it was gone. Who is guilty? Surely me!
  Oh, how much they tortured me, asked a million questions. In a couple of weeks, I even started to believe that I'd stolen the envelope, but I forgot where I put it. Mum even threatened me with the police.
  And when we were already on the train going home, my aunt called my mother and said in an innocent voice, "Oh, I was looking through my books and found the envelope in one of them. And I forgot that I had put it there myself." My mother, of course, apologized to me for this. But I couldn't trust her anymore. © NEET*** / Pikabu
• My mother-in-law thinks that my husband should personally dig her vegetable garden and plant potatoes. When he timidly tried to object that he could hire a helper for her, she said, "What are you for then if you don't want to do anything?" The husband calmly got into the car and drove home.
  A month and a half of complete silence. No calls, no messages. She is not interested in grandchildren. But it's been so peaceful, words can't describe it. © WendyMage / Pikabu
• When my child was 18 months old, my grandmother called me over and was like, "Here, try this juice. Can I give it to the baby?" I take a couple of sips without a second thought, thinking that I should check whether it's too cold or sour.
  Then I realize I've swallowed some rotten stuff with a strange aftertaste. I spit this disgusting thing and ask her what it is. And my grandma is like, "Has it gone bad? That's what I thought. The jar was bloated, and there was mold on top... But I picked it up carefully, nothing got into the cup."
  It turns out that she found an old bloated jar in the pantry, and, instead of throwing out this junk, decided to give it to a 1-year-old child, but at the last moment decided to try it on me first. Good thing I was passing by, otherwise I don't even know what would happen. © Alidamai / Pikabu

• My mom has a habit of buying my daughter clothes without checking sizes or practicality, but I always thanked her anyway. One day, I dressed my little girl in a brand-new sweatsuit—one my mom had given her—for a playdate with the grandparents.
  They came back, and my daughter was wearing jeans and a frilly blouse. My mom walked in saying she was horrified by how poorly dressed the child was and had to rush out and buy new clothes. I calmly showed her the tags I had just removed from the sweatsuit—the one she gave us.
  Dead silence. She walked away without another word.
• My MIL likes to boss me around. One day, she asked me to cook a very specific dinner for the family. I had time off from work, so I agreed. After a long hard day of cooking, I went to take a shower. Just then, I heard a few of our guests arrive and my MIL proudly told them "Welcome! I spent all day cooking for you all".
• I have a brother. When I had my baby, he invited me, saying, "We have some stuff left over for the baby. Come and see if there's anything you need." So I did. His wife brought a very shabby stroller (I already had a stroller, but that's not the point).
  The point is that they offered me to buy it, and also to buy used baby hats, onesies and so on. I politely declined, saying we have everything. But I still feel ashamed for my family. © aleale2019 / Pikabu

• Back when I returned to work after maternity leave, my husband and I were saving for our first car. Meanwhile, his sister and her husband were upgrading to a fancy new apartment with high-end furniture and yearly trips abroad. One day, she asked to borrow our savings—promising to pay us back in a month—because some kitchen set was on sale. We agreed, thinking, "Well, it’s family."
  Three weeks later, they jetted off on vacation while we stayed home, carless and bitter. They didn’t repay us until a whole year had passed. Lesson learned.
• I work as a teacher, and one day I was called to the principal's office. I walked in and froze — my mother-in-law was sitting there, looking smug. The principal cleared his throat and said, “We have no choice but to suspend you.” I was shocked. “Suspend me? For what?” Turns out, my MIL had accused me of faking my teaching credentials! I protested, but the damage was done, and they had already begun an investigation. I confronted her afterward, and she simply shrugged. “I don’t think you’re a good influence on my son,” she said. I was able to keep my job, but it was a crazy experience.
• Last week, my stepdaughter ran to me in tears, saying my son was mean to her. I took away his phone and grounded him for a month. But one evening, I came home early and heard low voices coming from my son’s room. My stepdaughter was there, leaning close, whispering, “If you don’t do my homework, I’ll say you broke my necklace.” My heart sank. I had been punishing the wrong child all along.

And here's a story of a woman who taught her MIL a lesson for ignoring her boundaries repeatedly. Check it out.