My Husband and His Mom Ate All the Food I Cooked for Me and the Kids

Life has been overwhelmingly busy lately. Four months ago, I gave birth to a beautiful boy, Dylan, who joined his three siblings, all under eight. As you can imagine, managing a newborn, along with three other young children is exhausting but fulfilling in a way that’s hard to describe.

Becoming a mother has been the most significant role of my life. While pregnant with our first child, Tray, my husband George and I discussed whether I should return to work. We initially agreed that I would stay home for a year before resuming my career. However, when the time came, I realized I wanted to be a full-time mom.

This feeling of profound responsibility towards our children grew stronger with the arrival of each new family member. First Tray, then our daughter Lily, followed by Justin, and finally Dylan. Each addition reinforced my decision to focus on raising them.

However, things at home began to alter after Dylan was born. My mother-in-law began turning up at our house unexpectedly. She was not coming to help with the children or the house.

She’d say hello before disappearing into the kitchen to help herself to anything she found, leaving soiled dishes behind. This happened multiple times, and each time tested my patience.