When Mila’s in-laws kicked her out with her newborn, she was devastated. Little did they know, their actions would come back to haunt them in ways they never imagined.
Hey everyone, Mila here! Being a busy mom and having a one-year-old keeps me on my toes, but that’s nothing compared to the surprise I got recently. Have you ever wondered how you would feel if your in-laws kicked you out with your newborn? Let me tell you, that’s exactly what happened to me…
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So, here’s what happened. Living with my husband Adam’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, seemed like a good idea at first. You know, the whole “big happy family” thing. It turns out, however, that coating a cactus in sugar doesn’t make it any less prickly.
Their daily arguments were like clockwork. Every day.
They always started with the silliest things, like the TV remote. My sweet stepmother wanted her nightly soap operas, while my ever-exciting stepfather needed his baseball fix.
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It wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t escalate into screams that could wake the dead, let alone a cranky newborn.
Honestly, most of the time, I didn’t pay attention to it. But when my little Tommy finally fell asleep after a restless night, the screaming started again.
I was furious. I was there, rocking Tommy back to sleep for the hundredth time, and they were downstairs arguing like kids over a bucket of Legos. Finally, I snapped.
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I rushed downstairs, ready to unleash my inner mama bear. But before I could launch into a sermon, I saw them sprawled on the couch, as cool as cucumbers, between their howling sessions.
“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, “just so you know, the baby is sleeping.”
“What are you getting at?” Mr. Anderson replied, barely looking up from the television.
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“What I mean,” I said, my voice rising despite my efforts to remain calm, “is that your screaming is waking him up.”
“Oh, come on,” added Mrs. Anderson, rolling her eyes. “Babies have to get used to the noise.”
“I think we can have a quiet argument,” I said, trying to keep my cool. “Just for tonight.”
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Ms. Anderson added mockingly, “You know, Mila, when Adam was a baby, he slept all over the place. Maybe Tommy just needs to toughen up.”
I bit my tongue. “Maybe. But for now, he’s just a baby who needs to sleep.”
Then I turned on my heel and went back upstairs. A few seconds later, I heard Mr. Anderson’s booming voice burst out.
“How dare she?!” he yelled, his voice laced with venom. Then he said some really “mean” words that I can’t even share here, but I hope you understand the kind of things he said.
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Then he burst into my room, without even having the basic decency to knock.
“Just so you know, you’re not silencing me in my own house. It’s MY HOUSE. I gave my son the money to buy it, so you don’t get to tell me what to do. If you think you’re so smart, take the baby and go live with your mother somewhere comfortable and quiet. Maybe when my son comes back from his business trip, he’ll think about letting you back in.”
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Ugh. Did he seriously just call this HIS HOUSE? And the tone?
My blood pressure skyrocketed, but I held my tongue. Maybe he was just angry and wouldn’t think so in the morning.
Morning came, and the hope I was clinging to vanished faster than a free doughnut at the office. I found my mother-in-law in the kitchen, listening to the radio as if nothing had happened.
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“Hey, Mom,” I said, hoping for a glimmer of remorse. “About what Dad said yesterday…”
She cut me off with a nonchalant wave of her hand. “Honey,” she chirped, “my husband isn’t wrong. It’s his house, after all. You know, boundaries and all that.”
“Boundaries?” I repeated, incredulous. “Like the boundary that separates a grown woman from wanting a peaceful home for her child?”
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“Now, Mila, there are certain ways things work around here,” my mother-in-law said, taking a sip from her coffee cup. “Living in a joint family means respecting the way we do things. You can’t boss us around.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could let out another mama bear roar, my stepfather appeared in the doorway, looking like a thunderstorm on legs.
“So,” he growled, “when are you packing up and going to your mom’s?”
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Tears pricked my eyes.
There I was, a new mom with a screaming baby, and my in-laws were practically pushing me out the door. Hurt and angry, I stormed back to my room, tears streaming down my face.
I packed a bag for myself and Tommy, my hands shaking with rage and amazement.
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When I walked through the door, none of them said goodbye. They just slammed the door behind me, leaving me feeling completely alone.
The next few days were a blur at my mom’s house. My shelter felt more like a crowded lifeboat, but at least it was quiet. I called Adam, who was still away on business, and filled him in on everything.
“They what?” Adam’s voice exploded with fury. “They kicked you out?”
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“Yes,” I sniffed. “They told me to go to my mother’s house.”
“I’ll be back,” he said firmly. “I’ll be on the next flight. They can’t do this to you.”
Adam arrived late that evening, his face lined with exhaustion and anger. As soon as he walked through the door, he enveloped me in a hug, holding Tommy close as well.
“I can’t believe they did this,” he mumbled into my hair. “We’ll sort this out.”
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The next morning we packed our things and went back to the Andersons’ house.
Adam was furious, but he was determined to have a calm, rational conversation. As soon as we walked in, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were waiting for us, looking smug and unrepentant.
“So,” Adam said, his voice calm but cold, “what’s this about throwing Mila and Tommy out?”
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My stepfather crossed his arms. “Adam, we’ve discussed this. Our house, our rules. Mila needs to understand that.”
Adam’s jaw tightened. “Dad, these aren’t rules. You can’t just throw away my wife and child like they’re nothing.”
My mother-in-law let out a dramatic sigh. “Adam, darling, it’s not like that. We just need some peace and quiet around here.”
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“Peace and quiet?” Adam’s voice rose. “Yelling at each other every night, you call that peace and quiet? Tommy needs a stable environment, not this… chaos.”
My stepfather’s face darkened. “Watch your tone, son. This is our home. If you can’t respect that, then maybe you should leave too.”
I hugged Tommy tighter, my heart pounding. The situation was deteriorating quickly.
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Adam took a deep breath, visibly struggling to keep his composure.
“Look, we’re a family. We should be able to work this out. But right now, we need to think about what’s best for Tommy.”
My mother-in-law rolled her eyes. “Adam, you’re overreacting. Babies cry. That’s what they do. A little noise isn’t going to hurt him.”
“A little noise?” Adam shook his head in disbelief. “Mom, it’s not just the noise. It’s the constant struggle, the tension. It’s not healthy.”
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My stepfather pointed a finger at Adam. “You think you know better than us? We raised you and your sister. We know what we’re doing.”
“Maybe it is,” Adam said quietly. “But that doesn’t mean you can dictate how we raise our son. We have to find a solution that works for everyone.”
Mrs. Anderson sniffed. “Good luck with that.”
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Of course, my in-laws weren’t happy and never said a word to me. They continued to argue non-stop, louder than ever. I knew they were making the noise on purpose this time, but I didn’t say anything.
A few days later, the doorbell rang and my father-in-law opened the door, but he jumped.
Two police officers showed up at the door and took my mom and dad out. We then learned that Adam had called the police on his parents for kicking me out of MY OWN house.
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The truth hit me like a punch in the gut.
Adam confessed that the money his father had given for the house had gone to a business venture that went bankrupt. He then revealed that he had bought the house in my name, using all his savings, and had kept it a secret.
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I was rocking my baby in the nursery, relieved to be back home, the very place my in-laws had forced me to leave. That’s when the phone rang, breaking the silence. It was my mother-in-law. I hesitated, but I picked it up.
“Mila,” my mother-in-law said, her voice unusually soft, “we didn’t know this was your house. If we had known…”
My stepfather interrupted: “We’re sorry, Mila. We’re really sorry. We didn’t mean to…”
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“It’s not about whose name is on the deed,” I interrupted. “It’s about what you did. You kicked out a woman and her newborn baby because you didn’t like certain things. That’s unacceptable.”
There was a pause. Then my mother-in-law spoke again: “So, can we come back?”
“No,” I said firmly. “That was enough to let me know what you’re capable of. I don’t want you in my house anymore.”
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Silence. Then a silent “Very well,” and they hung up.
I looked at Tommy, who was sleeping peacefully in his crib. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. “We’re home, darling,” I whispered, “and we’re staying here.”
I don’t hold a grudge. But kicking out a new mom and her baby? Living with a family means compromise, right? But those two… They acted like they were the king and queen of the castle, and Tommy and I were just guests.
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Am I crazy? Let me know your thoughts in the comments! Thanks everyone for listening.
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