โYou have one month to move out of my flat!โ declared my mother-in-law. And my husband took her side.
Arthur and I had been together for two years when we decided to make it official. In that time, I truly believed Iโd hit the jackpotโnot just with him, but with his family too. His mother and I had always gotten along well. I listened to her advice, treated her with respect, and even felt lucky to have such a wise and warm-hearted mother-in-law.
She paid for nearly the entire wedding. My parents could only contribute a small amountโthey were struggling, and none of us blamed them for that. Everything felt like a fairy tale. It seemed like nothing but bright days lay ahead. But just days after the wedding, my โdarlingโ mother-in-law dropped a bombshell that still rings in my ears.
โWell, children,โ she said flatly, โIโve done my duty as a mother. Raised my son, educated him, seen him married. Now, if you wouldnโt mind packing upโyouโve got exactly one month to vacate my flat. Youโre a family now; time to stand on your own two feet. Thereโll be struggles, but theyโll make you stronger. Youโll learn to budget, to make do, to figure things out. As for meโฆ Iโll finally start living for myself.โ
I froze. Arthur stayed silent. I thought it must be a joke, but the look on her face made it clearโshe meant every word.
โAnd donโt expect me to babysit any grandchildren,โ she added, twisting the knife. โIโve given my son everything. I owe no one anything more. Yes, Iโll be a grandmother, but not a free nanny. Youโre always welcome as guests, but counting on my help? I wouldnโt hold your breath. Donโt judge meโyouโll understand when youโre my age.โ Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI