Sure! Here’s a much shorter version of your story, keeping the key meaning and emotional arc:
I always believed mothers favored sons over daughters—until I married John and met his mother, Constance. While my parents treated my sister and me equally, Constance clearly favored her daughter, Lisa.
John and I, saving for a home, asked to stay with Constance. She refused, saying, “You’re a man—provide for your family,” even though Lisa and her husband were living with her rent-free.
Later, Constance surprised us with an old house she owned, suggesting we renovate it instead of buying one. We poured our savings and hard work into it, turning it into a beautiful home.
But months later, she demanded it back—Lisa was pregnant, and they “needed it more.” Furious and betrayed, we packed everything we installed—furniture, fixtures, even flooring—and returned the house to its original, broken-down state.
When Constance discovered what we’d done, she exploded, disowned John, and stormed out. But we felt free. My parents, seeing our pain, gifted us money for a new home. Their love and support meant everything—and finally, we moved on for good.
Let me know if you want it even shorter, or in a specific tone (dramatic, humorous, professional, etc.).