I always knew my mother-in-law didn’t like me. But I could never have imagined how far it would go.
When I got pregnant, she completely lost her mind. She meddled in everything — from choosing the crib to deciding what we had for dinner. She kept shouting that I “wasn’t worthy” of her son.
And when the ultrasound showed we were having a girl, she made such a scene that the nurses nearly called the police.
“You can’t even give him a son. You’re worthless!” she screamed across the whole room.
I was so ashamed and terrified at the same time.
When labor began, I hoped things would change. But in vain.
She barged into the delivery room despite the doctors’ orders. As soon as the nurse handed me my daughter, my mother-in-law snatched her from my arms and hugged her like she was her own child. I nearly fainted in horror.
A week went by. I was trying to adjust to my new life and take care of the baby while my husband was at work. One evening, my mother-in-law came in holding a thick envelope. Without a word, she handed it to my husband.
He opened it. His face darkened, and his hands started to shake.
“What is this?” I asked, already feeling fear rising.
He looked at me as if I were a stranger.
“Pack your things,” he said in an icy voice. “You and the child — out of my house. I give you one hour…”
