After giving birth to my first children, I thought my husband would start choosing us more over his mother, but that wasn’t the case. This time, he’d chosen her side over me for the last time, so I exposed her for the bully and liar she was.
You’d think bringing home your newborn twins would be one of the happiest moments of your life. For me, it started like that, but it soon turned into an absolute nightmare!
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After three days in the hospital, recovering from a grueling delivery, I was finally discharged and ready to head home with my beautiful twin daughters, Ella and Sophie. I’d imagined this moment for months: Derek, my husband, picking us up at the hospital with flowers, tears of joy in his eyes as he took one of the girls into his arms.
But instead, at the last minute, I got a hurried phone call that changed everything…
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“Hey, baby,” my husband said, his voice clipped. “I am so sorry, but I can’t come pick you guys up as planned.”
“What?” I asked, adjusting the swaddle around Sophie. “Derek, I just had twins. What’s so important that you can’t—”
“It’s my mom,” he interrupted. “She’s in bad shape. Hectic chest pains. I need to pick her up and take her to that hospital close to her.”
His words hit me like a bucket of cold water. “What? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Derek, I need you here.”
“I know,” he said, exasperated. “But this happened suddenly, and it’s serious. I’ll come to you as soon as I can.”
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I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to scream because of how disappointed and frustrated I felt, but I replied, “Fine. I’ll just get a taxi.”
“Thank you,” he mumbled before hanging up.
My husband’s mother lived in a different city, so the chances of him getting back that same day to get me and the babies were unrealistic. Knowing how obsessed Derek was with his mother, he wasn’t going to leave her by herself, hence the taxi.
An upset woman on a call | Source: Midjourney
As the line went dead, my heart sank. I wanted to believe Derek wasn’t being callous, just overwhelmed and a mama’s boy. Still, the disappointment stung. The same mother-in-law (MIL) who insisted we make a separate set of keys to our house so she could help me with the babies was now suddenly unwell.
I tried shaking it off as I bundled the girls into their car seats that their father had dropped off the previous day and got us into a cab.
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When we pulled into the driveway, I froze. My suitcases, diaper bags, and even the crib mattress were scattered across the front lawn and by the doorstep! A knot formed in my stomach. I paid the driver and stepped out with the twins, glancing around nervously. Something was obviously very wrong…
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I approached the front door, fumbling with my keys while absentmindedly calling out my husband’s name, even though I knew he couldn’t be home yet. The key wouldn’t turn. Confused, I tried again. Nothing. Then I saw it, a folded piece of paper taped to a suitcase.
Get out of here with your little moochers! I know everything. Derek.
My breath caught, and my heart stopped. My hands trembled as I read the note again and again, trying to make sense of it while hoping it was a hallucination. This couldn’t be happening. Not Derek…
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Not the man who held my hand through every doctor’s appointment, who cried when we heard our daughters’ heartbeats for the first time. Then the worst part of that day began…
Wanting answers, I called him immediately. Straight to voicemail. Again. Voicemail. Panic set in as Sophie’s cries joined Ella’s. I rocked their car seats, forcing myself to think.
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“Mom,” I whispered. My hands shook as I dialed her number.
“Jenna?” Mom answered on the first ring. “What’s wrong? Are the twins okay?”
I choked out the words, barely able to hold it together. I hadn’t wanted to involve my mother due to her ailing condition, but I believed this was one of those dire moments.
“Derek… He changed the locks. He threw my stuff outside. Mom, he left this awful note.”
“WHAT?!” Her voice shot up. “Stay there. I’m coming.”
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Minutes felt like hours before she arrived. Mom took one look at the mess and narrowed her eyes, fuming.
“This doesn’t make sense! Derek wouldn’t do this; he loves you and the girls!”
“That’s what I thought,” I said, rocking Ella to calm her cries. “But he’s not answering. And what does ‘I know everything’ even mean?” I asked showing her the offensive note.
“I am so sorry, my darling,” she said while hugging me close. “Let’s go to my place until we can get a hold of your husband, okay?”
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She helped me load the bags into her car and whisked us back to her place. After my mother and I dissected what had happened and repeatedly called Derek with no answer, my anxiety spiked. That night, I barely slept.
The next morning, I decided I needed answers. Leaving the twins with Mom, I drove back in her car to the house. The yard was empty, my belongings gone. I knocked on the door. No response. I walked around to the back, peering through the windows, and froze.
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Derek’s mother, Lorraine, sat at the dining table, sipping tea! I banged on the door, and she looked up, startled, almost spilling her tea before she saw me and smirked.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, banging on the door.
Lorraine rose leisurely and opened it just a crack. “Jenna. You’re not welcome here, didn’t you see the note?”
“Where’s Derek?” I snapped. “Why did he—”
“He’s at the hospital in my city,” she said smoothly. “Taking care of his sick mother.”
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I stared at her, disbelief washing over me. “Sick? You’re standing right here!”
She shrugged, her lips curling into a malicious smile. “Maybe I’m feeling better. Miracles happen.”
“You lied to him, didn’t you? You faked being sick!”
Her smile widened. “And?”
My hands balled into fists. “Why? Why would you do this?”
She crossed her arms, her smugness growing.
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“I told Derek from the start that our family needs a boy to carry on the name. But you? You gave us two girls. Useless,” she confessed unapologetically, finally speaking her truth after all these years I’ve been with her son.
Her words knocked the air out of me. I was too stunned to speak, and she took my silence as permission to keep going.
“I knew you’d ruin my son’s life, so I took matters into my own hands. The note was a bit much, but I needed you to believe he wanted you gone. I even ensured he couldn’t call you by taking his phone right out of his pocket when he wasn’t looking. You were supposed to take your things and get out of our lives, but here you are…”
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I couldn’t breathe. This woman had orchestrated everything, lied to her son, and got him to take her to the hospital under false pretenses before sneaking away, locked me out of my home, and stole his phone all because she disapproved of my daughters!
“You threw us out over that?”
“Of course,” she said, unbothered. “I even bribed a nurse at the hospital to keep him there. And it worked, didn’t it?”
I felt sick. “You’re deranged!”
“Call me what you want,” she sneered. “I call it protecting my family. Besides, my Derek always takes my side and will see things my way as usual.”
An arrogant older woman | Source: Midjourney
Her words echoed in my mind as I drove to the hospital where my husband was still waiting. With every mile, my anger grew. How could she justify such cruelty? My hands gripped the wheel tightly, knuckles white with fury.
I knew my MIL was mean, but I didn’t think she was evil! She never approved of my relationship or marriage to her son, always believing Derek deserved someone wealthier and fancier, unlike me.
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When I reached the hospital, I found my husband pacing in the waiting room, his eyes shadowed with worry.
“Jenna!” he said, rushing toward me. “Where have you been? I don’t have my phone or know your number by heart, so I couldn’t call you!”
“Your mother took your phone,” I cut him off. “She faked her illness and locked me out of the house!”
He froze, confusion and anger flashing across his face. “What? That doesn’t make any sense.”
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“She set me up, wrote a fake note from you sending me away, and bribed a nurse to lie to you,” I said, my voice trembling. “Lorraine’s at our house, sipping tea like she’s the queen of the world!”
“Wait. What? Why would she…”
“Because our daughters aren’t boys,” I said bitterly.
The shock turned to rage on his face. Without saying a word, he grabbed his keys and stormed out, with me following close behind. When we got home, Lorraine was exactly where I’d left her, looking utterly unbothered.
An older woman having tea | Source: Midjourney
But her smugness vanished when she saw the determined look on Derek’s face.
“Mom,” he said, his voice cold and sharp. “What did you do? I thought you were in the hospital?”
She opened her mouth, likely to lie, but Derek cut her off. “Save it. I know everything.”
“Derek, I was just trying to—”
“You’ve done enough,” he snapped. “You made me abandon my wife and children for a fake emergency! Then you locked my wife, who just gave birth, and our newborn babies out of our home! On top of that, you cut our ability to communicate during such a crucial time by stealing my phone!”
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“Derek, darling… I just wanted to keep you safe. This isn’t how this was supposed to go,” my MIL replied pleadingly.
“Keep me safe from my wife and children? Who told you I wanted boys? What makes you think my girls aren’t good enough for me just because of their gender? That’s a problem you have, not me, and if you want sons, I suggest you go make them yourself!”
I stood with my mouth agape, having never seen Derek this angry! I won’t lie, a part of me was proud that he was proving himself worthy of me by defending my and the children’s honor. At that moment, I loved him more than ever before!
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“Pack your things and leave,” he demanded.
She gaped at him, tears forming. “You can’t mean that. I’m your mother!”
“And Jenna is my WIFE! Those are my daughters! If you can’t respect them, you’re not part of our lives!”
For once, Lorraine was speechless. She stormed upstairs to pack, slamming doors as she went. Derek turned to me, his eyes full of remorse.
“I’m so sorry, my love. I didn’t know.”
I let out a shaky breath, the tension easing just a little. “I just want us to move forward.”
A happy woman with her man | Source: Midjourney
Lorraine left that night. My husband apologized repeatedly, vowing to make things right. And he did. He changed the locks, blocked his mother’s number, and even reported the nurse who had taken the bribe!
It wasn’t easy, but for months we worked on rebuilding our life. One evening, as I rocked Ella and Sophie to sleep, I realized Lorraine had tried to destroy us but only managed to bring us closer together.
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Sadly, Jenna isn’t the only daughter-in-law who has had to face a difficult MIL. In the following story, Michelle’s MIL surprises her and her husband with a DNA test for their son thinking it would finally break them up. But things didn’t play out in her favor, the way she imagined.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
My SIL Called Me Cheap for Giving Her Son an ‘Embarrassing‘ Handmade Gift
My SIL Called Me Cheap for Giving Her Son an ‘Embarrassing‘ Handmade Gift
Delve into my jaw-dropping tale about an arrogant sister-in-law (SIL) and her new husband who thought I was their doormat. My story has a shocking revelation with a juicy twist that left my SIL at my mercy! You won’t want to miss what I said that had her and her husband groveling!
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I never imagined my brother’s legacy would be entwined with 3D-printed wooden toys and heartfelt craftsmanship. Yet, here I was, on the eve of my nephew Alex’s third birthday, assembling his gift in the quiet of his backyard, under a canvas of stars.
My brother had left us too soon, with Alex missing out on knowing him as he passed before the boy was welcomed. However, his spirit lived on in the laughter of my nephew and the woodwork that filled their home.
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Sarah, once my sister-in-law (SIL), now remarried to Dave, had always welcomed my handmade wooden toy gifts and furniture with warmth and adoration. I believed Alex loved his custom stuff, and his mother had always seemed grateful.
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But the atmosphere had shifted.
The day of the party, as I put the final touches on the handmade table and chairs set, I noticed Dave smirking.
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Sarah approached me, and she rolled her eyes. Her words were laced with an unexpected chill as she said, “Really, another handmade gift? I’ve wanted to tell you this for years! All your ‘gifts’ are embarrassing. With your fancy job, you could splash some cash!”
“Don’t you think Alex deserves something… store-bought for a change?” Her tone was sharp, like a cold wind that you didn’t see coming.
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Stunned, I struggled for words. “Sarah, I thought… Alex loves these. They’re made with—”
“Love? Love doesn’t fund a future, does it?” She cut me off, her gaze piercing. “We’re talking about his education, his well-being. Not some… cheap hobby of yours,” she dismissively waved her hand.
I felt a sting, a mix of disbelief and hurt. The conversation was abruptly interrupted by my mother, who, overhearing, stepped in with a stern reminder. “Let’s not forget the trust that’s been set up for Alex, thanks to his father. A trust that’s already shaping his future.”
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Sarah’s face flushed with embarrassment, a silent acknowledgment of her oversight.
I was so shocked that I walked out of the event but kept visiting my nephew. According to my mother, who remained behind, the rest of the party passed in a blur of forced smiles and uneaten cake.
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A few months later, my SIL, now expecting twins, called me speaking cheerily asking, “Could you make some duplicates of the stuff you gave us? We need two sets now for the twins.”
The audacity of her request took me by surprise. “After you called my gifts an embarrassment? Why would I—”
“It’s not like that,” she hurriedly explained. “I… We value what you do. It’s just that we need practical help now.”
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It took me a while to formulate my response where I said, “No,” because I was still reeling from her words. Her previous plea and cheery demeanor were immediately drowned out by her change of direction when she suddenly and arrogantly mentioned Alex’s trust fund, stating:
“Okay, we’ll just use the trust to buy what we need for the twins!”
An angry woman shouting on a phone call | Source: Freepik
My SIL was referring to a $500,000 trust fund my brother had set up for my nephew! But there was one thing about it that she didn’t know and that’s when I dropped the bombshell:
“That fund? Accessing it for anything but Alex requires my signature. Surprised?”
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The line went silent. The revelation hit her like a bolt from the blue. I could hear her whispering what I’d just said to her husband before dropping the phone.
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Dave’s subsequent apology call was as empty as a hollow log and it was clear that he was making it to try and get back in my good books. I made it clear to Sarah that my role in Alex’s life was unchanged, but the trust, my brother’s legacy, was not a piggy bank for their whims.
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This unexpected turn of events reminded me of the complex web of family dynamics, yet it also reaffirmed my dedication to Alex. Amid the swings and wooden toy playsets, my bond with my nephew remained unbreakable, a testament to a promise made to a brother lost too soon.
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Every handcrafted gift was more than wood and nails; it was a bridge between the past and future, a beacon of love and memory in a world that often forgets the value of simple, heartfelt connections.
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In another tale of ungrateful family members, a woman taught her SIL a much-needed life lesson:
Imagine being at a fancy restaurant, celebrating your SIL’s bachelorette party, when suddenly, the night takes a turn. The scene: an upscale eatery, laughter fills the air, and then boom—a whopping $1,000 bill lands on your lap. The plot thickens as your SIL, Jenna, with a mix of entitlement and expectation, suggests you and your husband should cover the tab because, apparently, you’re rolling in dough and haven’t chipped in for her wedding!
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Caught off guard, but not out of the game, you hatch a plan. You pretend to agree, offering a faux apology to keep the peace, and hand the waiter a card you know won’t cover the bill. Fast forward, and the waiter returns, the card declined, leaving Jenna to awkwardly call her fia
ncé to bail her out. It’s a plot twist that would make a Hollywood screenplay jealous!
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But wait, there’s more! This incident isn’t just about a declined card; it’s a catalyst for change. Your husband, Alex, takes this moment to address long-standing issues of favoritism with his parents, leading to a family revelation and promises of better relationships. Jenna, embarrassed but enlightened, decides to work on her entitlement issues.
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In the end, what started as a night out turned into a lesson in family dynamics, personal growth, and the power of standing together with your partner. It’s a story of unexpected twists, personal revelations, and ultimately, reconciliation and growth. A true rollercoaster of emotions, cunning plans, and the kind of family drama that’s better experienced in a story than in real life!
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