After giving birth, my mother-in-law stormed into the ward and began hurling insults at me and my newborn girl: I reached my limit and did it…
My relationship with my mother-in-law was strained from the very start. She made no attempt to hide her belief that I was “not good enough” for her son. She repeatedly reprehended trivial things: the way I cooked, how I cleaned, or even the way I dressed.
Her favorite habit was bringing up my husband’s ex-girlfriend, saying: “now she was a real homemaker, unlike you.” Sometimes she would even phone my husband during his shift, stating that I supposedly behaved “too coldly” toward his family.
When I became pregnant, everything deteriorated further. Instead of being happy about her future grandchild, my mother-in-law launched an investigation. She grilled my husband with endless questions, insisting I had conceived from another man.
She dropped hints in front of relatives that the timing of my pregnancy “considered suspicious,” and at dinners she scoffed that the baby might look like the neighbor. Those words penetrated my heart, but I kept quiet for my husband’s sake and for the baby I carried.
Finally, the long-awaited day arrived – I gave birth.
We had a beautiful daughter. I lay drained in the ward, yet overjoyed. My husband stayed with me the first hours, then left briefly to bring my things. I satisfied myself everything would alter, that the arrival of her granddaughter would hurt my mother-in-law’s heart…
But the door opened, and there she stood. No smile, no flowers, not even the simplest “congratulations.” From the very first words, she started her att:ack:
“I knew it!” she exclaimed with triumph. “This baby isn’t my son’s!”
I tried to object calmly:
What nonsense. Look at her, she even has her father’s nose.
My mother-in-law mocked with disdain:
A nose? Really? Any stranger could share the same nose! You’re a li:ar, a broken-hearted woman! You destr0yed our home and stole my son’s happiness!
I froze, clutching my baby to my chest. But instead of stopping, she raised her voice louder:
Look at yourself! Do you believe you’re a mother? You can’t even appear as a decent bride. Filthy, greasy, with dark circles under your eyes! And this—she pointed at the baby—this is a mistake who will grow up deceitful like you!
The moment she started insulting my daughter, I snapped. I couldn’t contain myself and did something I’ll never regret. I’m sharing my story here, and you can judge whether I was right.
Her words pierced like a blade. I could continue anything about myself, but not about my newborn child. She was only hours old and already mocked. Something inside me broke.
I forced myself out of bed, despite the pain and weakness from delivery. I pressed the nurse’s call button and, steady but firm, said:
– Remove this woman from my ward. And don’t ever allow her in again.
As the door shut behind her, I promptly phoned my husband and told him every detail. That day I made a clear decision: this so-called “grandmother” would never be part of my daughter’s world.
