"What are you doing? Why are you throwing my things? This is my room, the master bedroom. Don't you understand boundaries? Get out, just get out!"
How dare she tell me to get out! I said nothing and continued tossing the items.
Yvette panicked and quickly called Dwayne in.
"Dear, can't you do something about this Ariana? Look at what she's doing!"
Dwayne, seeing his wife distressed, grabbed my arm.
"Ariana, have you no decency? She's your mother, your mother-in-law. Why are you throwing her things?"
This was insane. I stomped down hard on their clothes.
"This is my room. Why should I give it to you?"
Yvette was smug.
"I say you young people don't work hard and just want to rely on your in-laws. Now you even want to steal your in-laws' room; it's disgusting."
I glared at Dwayne; Yvette didn't know the house was mine, but he certainly did.
"I'm giving you a choice: either move to the guest room or leave. You choose."
Before Dwayne could respond, Yvette yelled.
"Bullshit! The guest room is for my daughter. If you want to stay here, you can only sleep in the study. No other room is available!"