Sometimes you have to remember your worth and stand up for yourself — this is what I learned after giving birth to my fourth child. Although the lesson came at a cost, I realized the alternative would have had far worse consequences.
Life has been overwhelmingly busy lately. Four months ago, I gave birth to a beautiful boy, Dylan, who joined his three siblings, all under eight. As you can imagine, managing a newborn, along with three other young children is exhausting but fulfilling in a way that’s hard to describe.
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Becoming a mother has been the most significant role of my life. While pregnant with our first child, Tray, my husband George and I discussed whether I should return to work. We initially agreed that I would stay home for a year before resuming my career. However, when the time came, I realized I wanted to be a full-time mom.
This feeling of profound responsibility towards our children grew stronger with the arrival of each new family member. First Tray, then our daughter Lily, followed by Justin, and finally Dylan. Each addition reinforced my decision to focus on raising them.
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However, things at home began to change with Dylan’s birth. My mother-in-law started showing up at our house unannounced. She wasn’t coming to help with the children or the household.
She would say hello, then disappear into the kitchen to help herself to whatever she found, leaving dirty dishes behind. This happened several times, and each instance chipped away at my patience.
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The situation escalated one morning after a particularly trying doctor’s visit with Dylan, who had just received his vaccinations. He was fussy, and I was running on little sleep.
All I craved was a soothing cup of coffee when we returned home. As I settled Dylan in his crib and finally headed to the kitchen, I heard the front door open and the familiar cheer, “Hi, dear! Just came to check on all of you!”
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It took a while to soothe Dylan, and by the time I reached the kitchen for my much-needed coffee, I discovered not only was the pot empty, but I also had no coffee filter left. My mother-in-law, oblivious to my need, casually took the last cup.
Watching her take that last sip, I felt a surge of frustration. Just then, Lily burst into the kitchen, her presence a brief distraction from my brewing anger. “Mommy, can we watch ‘Peppa Pig’?” she asked.
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Masking my irritation, I smiled and nodded, asking if her brothers wanted to watch too. Once she scampered off, I turned back to face my mother-in-law, who, sensing the tension, quickly left.
When George came home, I told him about the ongoing issues and asked him to speak with his mother. He acknowledged that she had overstepped boundaries but failed to address it with her. That weekend, the unresolved tensions came to a head.
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After a night of little rest, overwhelmed by the unending demands of parenting, I managed to gather enough energy to make homemade pizzas with the kids.
They were thrilled with the activity, eagerly anticipating eating their creations for dinner. I put Dylan down for his nap right as dinner time approached, hoping for a peaceful end to the day.
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To my dismay, when I returned to the kitchen, I found the pizzas gone. George and his mother were in the lounge, nonchalantly enjoying the last slices.
My exhaustion turned to anger, and I confronted them loudly, asking why they had eaten the children’s dinner. Their shocked faces only increased my frustration. George tried to calm me, but it was too late; I was too upset to listen.
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I retreated to our bedroom, slammed the door, and broke down. Why was I the only one trying? Why couldn’t they see how hard I was struggling? Lily’s soft knock on the door pulled me from my despair. “Mommy, where is our pizza?” she asked innocently.
That moment crystallized my resolve. I had to stand up for my children and myself. After reassuring Lily, I confronted George and my mother-in-law again. They attempted to justify their actions by implying concern about my weight. That was the last straw.
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“Get out, both of you,” I said calmly, my voice firm. They left, and George spent the night at his mother’s house. The relief I felt after they left was palpable.
I ordered pizza for the kids and myself, and as we ate, I made my decision. The next morning, I asked my sister to watch the kids while I filed for divorce. I placed the divorce papers in an empty pizza box on the coffee table for George to discover.
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After informing my parents of the situation, they offered unconditional support. Staying with them allowed me to focus on healing and planning for the future. Within a short time, I regained my strength and prepared to face whatever came my way.
Now, I’m proud of standing up for what’s right for myself and my children. I’ve shown them what strength looks like and taught them the importance of self-respect and making tough decisions for the betterment of one’s future.
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Had I not come to this realization, my kids would have grown up thinking it’s okay not to get support, care, or real love from those who claim to love you. Now they know their worth, and I will ensure they never forget it.
Like me, Lanie had a similar experience, but at least my husband didn’t insist I wash the dishes without leaving me anything to eat after tending to our newborn.
Five weeks after Lanie became a first-time mom, her mother-in-law also turned her life upside down. MIL made herself a constant fixture in their home, and it didn’t take long for things to unravel since she wasn’t really there to help Lanie and her husband acclimatize to their new responsibility.
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.
Heartbreaking reason dad buried his four year old daughter in a giant doll’s house
Tragedy struck the Earles family in 1933 when their son passed away as a result of illness
In one cemetery in pastoral Alabama, USA lies the grave of a youthful girl but it’s no ordinary remembrance of the life that was lost, as it’s in the form of a giant doll’s house that has been stood for nearly a century.
For little Nadine Earles, life ended snappily in the small city of Lanett and tragically so, with the child not seeing in her fifth birthday.
The time was 1933, Christmas was just one week down.
All Nadine wanted for the gleeful period was a doll house to play with her toys in, but the little girl sorely noway saw the big day come, with Nadine dying from diphtheria exactly one week before on 18 December, as per Mausoleums.com.
Despite not being suitable to admit her doll house on Christmas itself, her pater
Julian Earles went one step further and gave her the ultimate shoot off.
Gone was the rustic toy and in its place, a giant doll house made out of slipup, fit with proper windows and a door, all of which took her father 18 months to complete.
On what would have been her fifth birthday on 3 April, 1934, crowds gathered outside the doll house to celebrate Nadine’s life, with cutlet and ice cream on offer to those present.
Inside, Nadine’s particular particulars were placed, including a perambulator , tricycle, toys, and high president, and they remain there to this day.
Her things are also alongside Nadine’s factual burial spot and monument, which have dolls placed on top.
Dad Julian maintained the grave until his death in 1976, with Nadine’s mama , Alma, doing the same until she passed away in 1981. Both their graves are coming to the doll house itself.
After the death of both of Nadine’s parents, the grave was taken on board by Lanett megacity council, which maintains it to this day as a original literal corner.
For locals, it has come commodity they involve in periodic fests, with presents left for Nadine at Christmas and donations pushed through the mailbox.
To this day, a print of the completed giant doll house remains inside the structure itself, with Nadine’s family and musketeers stood in front of it to celebrate the poignant moment on what would have been her fifth birthday.
A videotape of the grave has gone viral on TikTok, with people leaving their own commentary to the Earles family.
” That’s beautiful,” one stoner wrote.” RIP little Nadine Earles. RIP to your parents as well.”
Another said” Windows sparkle. No cobwebs. White material looks clean. Someone maintains this veritably well.”
A third said” This is my home day, the locals embellish it for the leaves and kiddies take her stuff for her birthday to this day!”
And a fourth added” Credit to whoever is still taking care of the grave. It still looks new.”
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