Five weeks into motherhood, I was exhausted, hungry, and overwhelmed not just by caring for my newborn, but by the unexpected chaos brought on by my live-in mother-in-law. She claimed to be helping, but instead filled our home with noise and guests, offering little actual support. My husband, meanwhile, defended her and left me feeling invisible.
One night, after spending hours breastfeeding, I came out hoping for a warm plate only to be told there was no food left. My mother-in-law coldly said she “thought I wasn’t hungry.” That moment shattered my patience. I argued with my husband, who shockingly sided with her and still expected me to clean up. So, I took our baby and left for my mother’s house.