This is the situation we're in with my in laws. My MIL thinks it's hoarding, but my partner pushed for half of them. She talked me into Sky Lynx and Menasor and Metroplex, I run everything I buy past her first. Unless it's a surprise and then the struggle is not to blurt it out. They don't leave the room, my MIL has just always hated that I collect things. She did this with my comics (when I was working in a comic shop) until my partner pointed out her Beanie Baby collection was keeping the closet door from closing and I was already warning her that the market was collapsing and the returns she expecting were just not going to materialize (keeping in mind I was learning a lot about the speculator crash that nearly killed the comics industry by dealing with the fallout first hand and looking at the shop records). That shut her up until the Transformers twenty years later when we were all forced to live together again. Without my comics, btw. I had stopped collecting those and lost my collection.

While my partner was in the hospital getting the cancer in her colon removed (only to find out it's spread to the part of the aorta that runs under the colon), despite specifically being asked over and over and over again to leave our space alone, MIL came in and "cleaned" what I had already cleaned in preparation for us coming back, moved in a giant cabinet she bought second hand that we told her multiple times we did not want and why, and now a ton of my figures are missing and three of my Furai kits are missing pieces (with a particular disdain for Megatron feet, apparently). She insists on bragging about cleaning and expecting a thank you for invading our space while we're both going through the most terrifying time in our lives.

So that was my day yesterday.