After the birth of my first children, I hoped my husband would finally put us first over his mother, but I was wrong. This time, he took her side one last time, and I decided to expose her for the manipulative liar she really was. You would think that bringing your newborn twins home would be one of the happiest moments in life. For me, it started that way, but it quickly turned into a nightmare. After three exhausting days in the hospital recovering from a grueling birth, I was finally discharged and ready to go home with my beautiful twin girls, Ella and Sophie. I had dreamed of this moment for months—Derek, my husband, picking us up with flowers, tears of joy in his eyes as he held one of the girls for the first time. Instead, I received a frantic phone call that shattered all of those expectations. “Hello, honey,” Derek began, his voice strained. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t pick you up as planned.” “What?” I asked, adjusting Sophie’s blanket. “Derek, I just had twins. What could be more important?” “It’s my mother,” he interrupted. “She has chest pains. I need to get her to the hospital near her.” His words hit me like a slap in the face. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Derek, I need you here!” “I know,” he said, annoyed. “But that came up suddenly. I’ll come to you as soon as possible.” Hold back tears of frustration, I replied: “Fine. I’ll take a taxi.” “Thanks,” he mumbled before hanging up. I knew Derek wasn’t coming back that day—his mother lived in another city, and given his devotion to her, he would stay as long as she needed him. Resigned, I strapped the girls into their car seats and called a taxi to take me home.
When we arrived, I froze. My things—suitcases, diaper bags, even the crib mattress—were scattered across the lawn. My heart sank. I paid the driver and got out, panic rising as I approached the front door. My key didn’t fit. Confused, I tried again. Nothing. Then I saw it—a folded piece of paper attached to a suitcase. “Get out of here with your little parasites. I know everything. Derek.” My heart stopped. This couldn’t be true. The man who had held my hand at every appointment, who had cried at our daughters’ first heartbeats, would not do such a thing. Desperate for answers, I called him, but my calls went straight to voicemail. Crying, I called my mother. “Derek changed the locks and left a note. Mom, I don’t know what to do.” She came quickly, her anger palpable. “This doesn’t make sense. Derek loves you and the girls!” she said as she helped me gather my things. “Come to my house until we get this sorted out.” I barely slept that night, racked by confusion and fear. The next morning, determined to get answers, I left the twins with my mother and drove back to the house.
Looking through the windows, I was stunned to see Derek’s mother, Lorraine, quietly drinking tea. I knocked loudly on the door. “Lorraine! What’s going on here?” She opened the door with a mocking smile. “Oh, Jenna. Didn’t you see the note? You’re not welcome here.” “Where’s Derek?” I asked. “In the hospital, taking care of his sick mother,” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re standing right here!” I shouted. “You lied to him, didn’t you?” Her smile widened. “And what if I did?” “Why did you do that?” I asked, incredulous. “Because our family needs a boy to carry on the name, and you gave us two useless girls,” she said coldly. “I knew you would destroy Derek’s life, so I took matters into my own hands.” Her confession left me shaken. She had faked her illness, locked me out, and stolen Derek’s phone to cut off our communication – all because she didn’t accept my daughters. Angry, I drove to the hospital where Derek was waiting.When I told him what had happened, his shock turned to anger.
“She did what?” he exclaimed before storming away. At home, we found Lorraine still smugly drinking her tea. But her confidence wavered when Derek confronted her. “Mom, what did you do?” “I protected you,” she insisted. “You deserve better—” “Enough!” he interrupted. “You lied, manipulated me, and kicked my wife and newborns out of their home. Go now. You are no longer welcome in our lives.” Lorraine left the house, defeated, and Derek turned to me with tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I let her come between us, but never again.” In that moment, I knew our family would be stronger than ever.
