Just moved into a new house for 3 days, my husband brought his whole family to register fingerprints, I immediately sold the house and said something that humiliated him. Three days ago, I thought I was the happiest woman in the world. After 5 years of marriage, my husband and I finally had our first house in Seattle, Washington. It was the result of years of working day and night, saving every penny, even selling the wedding ring my mother gave me to raise enough money for the down payment. The house was not big, but it was my dream — a place where I imagined every morning there would be the smell of coffee, sunlight shining through the curtains, and just me and my husband in a private, peaceful space. I hand-picked each curtain, each set of bed sheets, and was as happy as a child when he and I put up some pictures on the wall. I believed: “From now on, he and I will have a new start.” But everything collapsed after just one afternoon. That day, I was cleaning the kitchen when I heard the doorbell. I opened it and was stunned: in front of me was my husband’s family – mother-in-law, two younger sisters, younger brother and his wife -each carrying a suitcase, big and small baskets, smiling brightly. “Oh my god, the new house is so beautiful! It’s so big, enough room for the whole family to live together!” – my mother-in-law exclaimed. Before I could react, my husband – Mark – came out of the house, smiling brightly: “Hello, Mom! I called the technician to install fingerprints for everyone, you and the kids just need to put your fingers, it’s convenient to come and go.” I stood there, stunned. “What did you say?” – I asked, my voice trembling. “You let everyone register their fingerprints?” Mark looked at me, his voice indifferent: “So what? This is my house too. My mother, my siblings – they are family. Living together is for fun, nothing more.” My heart tightened. I remember very clearly, I told him a long time ago: “When I have my own house, I only want the two of us to live there. I need a space that truly belongs to me.” He nodded, promising “not to let anyone interfere in our private life.” Yet after only 3 days, he turned around as if he had never promised. That afternoon, the whole family of my husband was bustling everywhere. The mother-in-law lay comfortably on the sofa, instructing me to cook dinner “for everyone.” The two younger sisters opened their suitcases and displayed clothes and cosmetics all over the living room, while the younger brother leisurely hung his coat on the wall, smiling and saying: “Luckily, my sister-in-law has a big house, we don’t have to rent an apartment anymore!” I was speechless. The house I contributed 70% of the money to, spent my youth to buy, suddenly became my husband’s family’s dormitory. That night, when everyone was asleep, I sat in the living room looking at the electronic door control panel: 6 new fingerprints lit up. I felt like those fingerprints were erasing all respect for me. The next morning, I left home early to meet the broker. I signed the contract to resell the house – my dream house. The broker was surprised: “Are you sure? It’s been less than a week since I moved in.” I smiled faintly: “I regret it. But I can’t live in a house where anyone can open the door at any time.” In the afternoon, I returned. The whole family of my husband were sitting and eating happily, laughing and talking. I placed the house sale contract and deposit slip in front of Mark. He was stunned: “What are you doing? We just moved in!” I looked him straight in the eyes and said..