I called my sister. She’s a mom of two and knows exactly how hard the postpartum weeks are. Within 20 minutes, she was at my door. She walked in, saw the dirty dishes piled high, the empty takeout boxes, and me sitting there pale and shaking with our baby in my arms.
She didn’t yell. She just turned to my husband and his mom and said, very calmly:
“She gave birth five weeks ago. She needs help. And THIS is what you think is acceptable?”
Silence. My MIL muttered something about me being “too sensitive,” but my sister cut her off.
“No. You’re being cruel. And if you can’t see that, I’m taking her and the baby with me.”
I stood up, packed a small bag, and walked out with my sister. My husband didn’t follow. He didn’t even call that night.
That was the moment I realized: I’m better off without someone who thinks leaving me hungry, alone, and insulted is okay. My baby and I deserve better — and we’re going to get it.
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