\n\n\n\nA distressed woman with her eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n
It all started on a typical Tuesday morning. I was in the kitchen, trying to get breakfast ready for my twins while my baby girl fussed in her high chair. The doorbell rang, and I felt my stomach drop.\n\n\n\n
I knew who it was before I even opened the door.\n\n\n\n
There she stood, Paula, my mother-in-law, with that all-too-familiar look of disapproval on her face. She walked in without waiting for an invitation, her eyes scanning the mess of toys on the living room floor.\n\n\n\n \u201cStill living like this, Macy?\u201d she snapped. \u201cHow long are you going to sit around, living off my son like a PARASITE?\u201d\n\n\n\n I bit my tongue, forcing a smile. \u201cGood morning to you too, Paula. Would you like some coffee?\u201d\n\n\n\n She ignored my question, making her way to the kitchen. \u201cIs this what you call a life? Jobless, pretending to be a housewife? PATHETIC!\u201d\n\n\n\n Her words stung, but I\u2019d learned to let them roll off my back.\n\n\n\n A startled woman | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cI could stay with the kids myself, and you could get a REAL job!\u201d she added, eyeing the pile of dishes in the sink.\n\n\n\n I gripped the edge of the counter, my knuckles turning white. \u201cJerry and I have discussed this, Paula. We both feel it\u2019s best for our family if I stay home with the kids for now.\u201d\n\n\n\n She scoffed, \u201cBest for the family? Or best for you to avoid real work?\u201d\n\n\n\n Before I could respond, my daughter started wailing. As I turned to attend to her, Paula muttered, \u201cAt least you\u2019re good for something!\u201d\n\n\n\n An annoyed senior woman | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n That night, as Jerry and I lay in bed, I couldn\u2019t shake Paula\u2019s words from my mind.\n\n\n\n \u201cHoney,\u201d I said, turning to face him, \u201cdoes it bother you that I don\u2019t work outside the home?\u201d\n\n\n\n Jerry propped himself up on an elbow, his brow furrowed. \u201cWhere\u2019s this coming from, Mace?\u201d\n\n\n\n I sighed, playing with a loose thread on the comforter. \u201cIt\u2019s just\u2026 I feel like I\u2019m living off you.\u201d\n\n\n\n Jerry\u2019s face darkened. \u201cWhat? Macy, you know that\u2019s not true. We agreed on this together, remember?\u201d\n\n\n\n A concerned man furrowing his brows | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n I nodded, but the doubt had already taken root. \u201cI know, but sometimes I wonder if I should be doing more.\u201d\n\n\n\n Jerry pulled me close, kissing the top of my head. \u201cYou\u2019re raising our children, Mace. That\u2019s the most important job in the world. Don\u2019t let your doubts make you feel any less.\u201d\n\n\n\n His words comforted me but I couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that something needed to change.\n\n\n\n I didn\u2019t tell Jerry it was his mom who had planted these seeds of doubt in my heart. I wanted peace and calm in our home, not war.\n\n\n\n A distressed woman in a room | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n The next few weeks were a blur of dirty diapers, temper tantrums, and Paula\u2019s increasingly frequent visits. Each time she came, her comments grew more pointed, more hurtful.\n\n\n\n The doorbell rang just as I finished mopping the floors. There stood Paula, rain dripping from her coat. Without a word, she strode in, leaving a trail of muddy footprints across my clean tiles.\n\n\n\n \u201cPaula, there\u2019s a mat and some slippers by the door.\u201d\n\n\n\n She turned, her eyes narrowing. \u201cAre you saying I don\u2019t know how to enter a house properly?\u201d\n\n\n\n Muddy shoes on a white-tiled floor | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n I bit my lip, gesturing at the mud. \u201cI just cleaned\u2014\u201d\n\n\n\n \u201cOh, you cleaned? Isn\u2019t that what you do all day while my son works? Or is that too much effort for you?\u201d\n\n\n\n Her words hit like a slap. I stood there, mop still in hand, as she continued into the house, leaving me to deal with the mess, both on the floor and in my heart.\n\n\n\n \u201cStill in your pajamas at 2 p.m. girl?\u201d she then tsked, shaking her head. \u201cWhen I was your age, I\u2019d already put in a full day\u2019s work by now.\u201d\n\n\n\n An angry senior woman | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cPaula, I\u2019ve been up since 5 a.m. with a sick baby. These aren\u2019t pajamas; they\u2019re just comfortable clothes for staying home.\u201d\n\n\n\n She waved her hand dismissively. \u201cExcuses, excuses. You know, when Jerry was little, I worked a full-time job and still managed to keep a spotless house. But I suppose some people just aren\u2019t cut out for real work. You\u2019re an idle donkey!\u201d\n\n\n\n That was the last straw. And something inside me snapped.\n\n\n\n \u201cYou want to see real work, Paula? Fine. You think you can do better? Let\u2019s see it.\u201d\n\n\n\n Her eyes widened in surprise. \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d\n\n\n\n A young woman looking ahead | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019re so sure you can do it all, right? Well, here\u2019s your chance. For the next week, you take over. Everything. The kids, the house, all of it. I\u2019ll find a job in the clinic, just like you\u2019ve always wanted. You\u2019re right. I shouldn\u2019t have quit my high-paying psychologist job to take care of this house and kids and be THIS\u2026 this \u2018idle donkey\u2019 who does NOTHING at home.\u201d\n\n\n\n Paula\u2019s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. \u201cI\u2026 that\u2019s not what I meant\u2026\u201d\n\n\n\n A jolted senior woman | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cNo, it\u2019s exactly what you meant. You\u2019ll get to prove just how easy my life is. And hey, you\u2019ll be saving your precious son all that money he\u2019s wasting on his \u2018parasite\u2019 wife.\u201d\n\n\n\n For a moment, Paula looked uncertain. Then, her usual smugness returned. \u201cFine. I\u2019ll show you how a real woman manages a household.\u201d\n\n\n\n As she turned to leave, I called after her, \u201cBe here at 6 a.m. sharp tomorrow. That\u2019s when the twins usually wake up.\u201d\n\n\n\n The door slammed behind her, and I sank to the floor, surrounded by unfolded laundry and a mess of emotions. What had I just done?\n\n\n\n Close-up of an emotional woman\u2019s eyes | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n The next morning, I was up at 5:30, getting ready to leave for my new temporary job at a local daycare center. A friend had helped me secure the position on short notice.\n\n\n\n Paula arrived at 6:05, looking slightly frazzled. \u201cI hit some traffic,\u201d she mumbled.\n\n\n\n I handed her a detailed schedule and a list of the kids\u2019 allergies and preferences. \u201cThe twins should be up any minute. Billy has a peanut allergy, so be extra careful. Baby Kelly will need her bottle in about an hour.\u201d\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019ve raised a child before, Macy. I can handle it!\u201d Paula smirked.\n\n\n\n A furious senior woman creasing her brows | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n As I grabbed my purse to leave, I heard the twins start to stir. \u201cGood luck!\u201d I said, unable to keep the hint of satisfaction out of my voice.\n\n\n\n That week was a whirlwind. While I was exhausted from my new job, coming home each day to a progressively more chaotic house was oddly satisfying. Paula looked more haggard each evening when I returned.\n\n\n\n By Friday, she cornered me as soon as I walked in the door. \u201cThis is ridiculous,\u201d she hissed. \u201cIf I\u2019m going to keep doing this, I need to be compensated. $300 a week should cover it.\u201d\n\n\n\n An angry senior woman yelling | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n I couldn\u2019t help but laugh. \u201cCompensated? But Paula, I thought this was just sitting around doing NOTHING all day. Why would you need money for that?\u201d\n\n\n\n Her face flushed red. \u201cYou know very well this is hard work! The cleaning, the cooking, changing diapers, the constant demands\u2026 it\u2019s exhausting!\u201d\n\n\n\n \u201cWelcome to my world, Paula dear! Now you know what I do every day, for FREE?! Two more days to go, darling!\u201d\n\n\n\n Paula simply shrugged.\n\n\n\n A young woman looking ahead | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n The following day, I returned to my usual routine at the daycare center, feeling oddly refreshed despite the chaos of the past week.\n\n\n\n As I was preparing lunch for the kids, my phone buzzed. It was Paula, sounding horrified.\n\n\n\n \u201cMacy, can you come quickly? There\u2019s\u2026 there\u2019s been a small accident with Billy\u2026\u201d\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat? Paula, what happened to my son?\u201d\n\n\n\n Before she could respond, a faint crash came from the kitchen, followed by Billy\u2019s panicked cry, \u201cGrandma! I can\u2019t breathe!\u201d\n\n\n\n My heart stopped.\n\n\n\n A startled woman gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cPaula, what happened?\u201d I screamed.\n\n\n\n \u201cThe peanut butter. I\u2026 I must have mixed up the twins. I thought it was Jimmy\u2026\u201d\n\n\n\n \u201cOh my God! Paula, what did you do? I told you Billy\u2019s allergic to peanuts. Did you call an ambulance? I\u2019m on my way.\u201d\n\n\n\n \u201cI did.\u201d\n\n\n\n I could hear Paula sobbing in the background. I quickly hung up and rushed to my car, desperately requesting a colleague to fill in for me as I raced home.\n\n\n\n A shocked woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n The next few hours were a blur of sirens, hospital rooms, and frantic phone calls to Jerry. Luckily, my neighbor had seen the commotion in my house and, without wasting time waiting for the ambulance, drove my son to the hospital.\n\n\n\n Later that night, back home in Billy\u2019s room, the weight of what had happened settled over us. Jerry, who had just returned from his business trip, paced back and forth, his face a storm cloud of worry and anger.\n\n\n\n \u201cHow could this happen?\u201d he demanded, turning to his mother. \u201cMacy said she told you about Billy\u2019s allergy. Multiple times!\u201d\n\n\n\n An annoyed young man in a room | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Paula crumpled in her chair, tears streaming down her face. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry. I thought I could handle it. I was trying to prove\u2026\u201d\n\n\n\n \u201cProve what?\u201d Jerry interrupted. \u201cThat you know better than Macy? That being a stay-at-home mom isn\u2019t a real job? How could you criticize my wife behind my back? What made you think she was doing nothing at home when she was doing everything possible to take care of the entire house?\u201d\n\n\n\n A sad senior woman | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n I placed a hand on Jerry\u2019s arm, trying to calm him. \u201cJerry, it was an accident. A terrible one, but\u2026\u201d\n\n\n\n \u201cNo, Macy. This ends now. Mom, I think it\u2019s best if you go home. And\u2026 I think you should stay away for a while.\u201d\n\n\n\n Paula stood, her legs shaking. She looked at me, her eyes filled with remorse.\n\n\n\n As she ran out of the room in tears, I turned to Jerry, burying my face in his chest. The emotions of the past week, the fear of almost losing our son, it all came pouring out.\n\n\n\n A teary-eyed senior woman | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n \u201cI just wanted her to understand,\u201d I sobbed. \u201cI never meant for anyone to get hurt.\u201d\n\n\n\n Jerry held me tight, his voice soft but firm. \u201cThis isn\u2019t your fault, Mace. You\u2019ve been dealing with her criticism for years. It\u2019s time she learned to respect you and the choices we\u2019ve made for our family.\u201d\n\n\n\n As we stood there, watching our son sleep peacefully, I realized something important: being a stay-at-home mom wasn\u2019t just a job; it was a calling. One that required patience, love, and a strength I hadn\u2019t known I possessed until I was tested.\n\n\n\n A couple holding hands | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n\n Paula\u2019s harsh lesson had come at a high price, but as I looked at my family, I knew without a doubt that I was exactly where I needed to be.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cHow long are you going to sit around, living off my son like a PARASITE?\u201d My mother-in-law\u2019s cruel words cut deep. 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