My relationship with my mother-in-law was difficult from the very beginning. She never hid that she considered me “unworthy” of her son. She constantly nitpicked at small things: how I cook, how I clean, how I dress. Her favorite pastime was comparing me to my husband’s ex-girlfriend, saying things like, “she was a real homemaker, but you…”. Sometimes she would call my husband at work complaining that I supposedly behaved “too coldly” towards his relatives.

When I got pregnant, everything got much worse. Instead of being happy about the future grandson, my mother-in-law started a full investigation. She literally interrogated my husband, trying to convince him I was pregnant by someone else.

In front of other relatives, she hinted that the pregnancy dates “didn’t add up,” and at family dinners she made jokes that the grandson would probably look like the neighbor. These words hurt me deeply, but I tried to endure it for my husband and our child.

And then the long-awaited day came — I gave birth. We had a beautiful daughter. I lay exhausted but happy in the room. My husband was by my side for the first hours, then left to bring me my things. I thought everything would get better, that the birth of our granddaughter would melt my mother-in-law’s heart…

But the door opened, and there she was in the doorway. No smile, no flower, not even a simple “congratulations.” From the first words, she launched an attack:

— I knew it! — she said triumphantly. — This child is not my son’s!

I tried to respond calmly:

— What are you talking about? Look at her, she even has her father’s nose.

My mother-in-law snorted disdainfully:

— Nose? Are you kidding? The other man might have the same nose! You are a lying, nasty woman! You have destroyed our family, you have stolen my son’s life!

I froze, holding my daughter tightly. But she didn’t stop; in fact, she raised her voice:

— Look at yourself! You think you’re a mother? You can’t even behave like a decent bride. Dirty, greasy, with bags under your eyes! And this… — she nodded toward the child — is a bastard who will grow up as hypocritical as you!

When she started insulting my child, I couldn’t hold back anymore and did what I don’t regret at all. 

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Her words cut like a knife. I knew people could say anything about me — but not about my newborn daughter. She had just been born and was already insulted. Something inside me broke.

I slowly got out of bed, despite the pain and weakness after birth. I pressed the nurse call button and said calmly but firmly:

— Remove this woman from my room. And don’t let her in here ever again.

When the door closed behind her, I immediately called my husband and told him everything. From that day on, I firmly decided: this “grandmother” will never be part of my daughter’s life.

Now my daughter is one year old. She has never seen her grandmother and never will, even though my mother-in-law begs for forgiveness and to see her granddaughter. I don’t care what she feels or thinks.