Turns out, sugarcoating a cactus doesn\u2019t make it any less prickly.Their daily arguments were like clockwork. Every. Single. Day.It always started over the dumbest things, like the TV remote. My sweet MIL wanted her evening soap operas, while my ever-so-enthusiastic FIL needed his baseball fix. It wouldn\u2019t be so bad if it didn\u2019t escalate into yelling matches that could wake the dead, let alone a cranky newborn. Honestly, I just tuned it out most of the time. But with my little Tommy finally asleep after a rough night, the yelling started again. I was fuming. Here I was, rocking Tommy back to sleep for the hundredth time, and they were downstairs going at it like toddlers over a bucket of Legos. Finally, I snapped. I stormed downstairs, ready to unleash the mama bear within. But before I could launch into a lecture, I saw them sprawled on the couch, cool as cucumbers between their yelling sessions.\n
\u201cHey,\u201d I said, trying to keep my voice calm, \u201cjust so you know, the baby\u2019s sleeping.\u201d \u201cWhat\u2019s your point?\u201d Mr. Anderson replied, barely glancing up from the TV. \u201cMy point,\u201d I said, my voice rising despite my efforts to stay calm, \u201cis that your shouting is waking him up.\u201d \u201cOh, come on,\u201d Mrs. Anderson chimed in, rolling her eyes. \u201cBabies need to get used to noise.\u201d\u201cI think we can argue quietly,\u201d I said, trying to keep my cool. \u201cJust for tonight.\u201d Mrs. Anderson scoffed, \u201cYou know, Mila, when Adam was a baby, he slept through anything. Maybe Tommy just needs to toughen up.\u201d I bit my tongue. \u201cMaybe. But right now, he\u2019s just a baby who needs sleep.\u201d Then, I turned on my heel and marched back upstairs. A few seconds later, I heard Mr. Anderson\u2019s booming voice erupt. \u201cHow dare she?!\u201d he hollered, his voice laced with venom. And then some real \u201cnasty\u201d words boomed which I can\u2019t share here but hope you understand the kind of things he\u2019d said. Then, he burst into my room, without even having the basic decency to knock. \u201cJust so you know, you don\u2019t shush me in my own home. This is MY HOUSE. I gave my son the money to buy it, so you don\u2019t get to tell me what to do.\n
If you think you\u2019re so smart, then take the baby and go live with your mom where it\u2019s comfy and quiet. Maybe when my son\u2019s back from his business trip, he\u2019ll think about letting you come back.\u201d Ugh. Did he seriously just call this HIS HOUSE? And the tone?My blood pressure shot up, but I held my tongue. Maybe he was just mad and wouldn\u2019t mean it in the morning. Morning came, and the hope I clung to vanished faster than a free donut at the office. I found my MIL in the kitchen, humming along to the radio like nothing happened. \u201cHey, mom,\u201d I started, hoping for a flicker of remorse. \u201cAbout what Dad said yesterday\u2014\u201d She cut me off with a nonchalant wave of her hand. \u201cHoney,\u201d she chirped, \u201cmy husband has a point. It\u2019s his house, after all. You know, boundaries and all that.\u201d \u201cBoundaries?\u201d I repeated, incredulous. \u201cLike the boundary that separates a grown woman from wanting a peaceful home for her child?\u201d\n
\u201cNow, Mila, there are certain ways things work around here,\u201d my mother-in-law said, taking a pointed sip from her coffee cup. \u201cLiving in a joint family means respecting how we do things. You can\u2019t order us around.\u201d I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could unleash another mama bear roar, my FIL materialized in the doorway, looking like a thundercloud on legs. \u201cSo,\u201d he growled, \u201cwhen are you packing up and heading to your mama\u2019s place?\u201dTears pricked my eyes. Here I was, a new mom with a screaming baby, and my in-laws were practically shoving 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 disbelief. As I walked out the door, not a single goodbye came from either of them. They just slammed the door shut behind me, leaving me feeling utterly alone. The next few days were a blur at my mom\u2019s place. My haven felt more like a crowded life raft, but at least it was quiet. I called Adam, who was still on his business trip, and filled him in on everything. \u201cThey what?\u201d Adam\u2019s voice was exploded with fury.\n
\u201cThey kicked you out?\u201d \u201cYeah,\u201d I sniffed. \u201cTold me to go to my mom\u2019s.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m coming back,\u201d he said firmly. \u201cI\u2019ll be on the next flight. They can\u2019t do this to you.\u201d Adam arrived late that very night, his face etched with exhaustion and anger. The moment he walked through the door, he enveloped me in a tight hug, holding Tommy close as well.\u201cI can\u2019t believe they did this,\u201d he muttered into my hair. \u201cWe\u2019re going to sort this out.\u201dThe next morning, we packed up our things and headed back to the Andersons\u2019. Adam was fuming, but he was determined to have a calm, rational conversation. As soon as we stepped inside, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were waiting, looking smug and unrepentant. \u201cSo,\u201d Adam began, his voice steady but cold, \u201cwhat\u2019s this about kicking Mila and Tommy out?\u201d My FIL crossed his arms. \u201cAdam, we discussed this. Our house, our rules. Mila needs to understand that.\u201d Adam\u2019s jaw tightened. \u201cDad, this isn\u2019t about rules. You can\u2019t just throw my wife and child out like they\u2019re nothing.\u201d My MIL sighed dramatically. \u201cAdam, darling, it\u2019s not like that. We just need some peace and quiet around here.\u201d \u201cPeace and quiet?\u201d Adam\u2019s voice rose. \u201cYou call screaming at each other every night peace and quiet? Tommy needs a stable environment, not this\u2026 chaos.\u201d My FIL\u2019s face darkened. \u201cWatch your tone, son. This is our home. If you can\u2019t respect that, then maybe you should leave too.\u201d\n
I clutched Tommy closer, my heart pounding. This was escalating fast.Adam took a deep breath, clearly struggling to keep his temper in check. \u201cListen, we\u2019re family. We should be able to work this out. But right now, we need to think about what\u2019s best for Tommy.\u201d My MIL rolled her eyes. \u201cAdam, you\u2019re overreacting. Babies cry. It\u2019s what they do. A little noise isn\u2019t going to hurt him.\u201d \u201cA little noise?\u201d Adam shook his head in disbelief. \u201cMom, it\u2019s not just the noise. It\u2019s the constant fighting, the tension. It\u2019s not healthy.\u201d My FIL jabbed a finger in Adam\u2019s direction. \u201cYou think you know better than us? We\u2019ve raised you and your sister. We know what we\u2019re doing.\u201d \u201cMaybe you do,\u201d Adam said quietly. \u201cBut that doesn\u2019t mean you can dictate how we raise our son. We need to find a solution that works for everyone.\u201d Mrs. Anderson snorted. \u201cGood luck with that.\u201d Of course, my in-laws weren\u2019t happy about it and never spoke a word to me. They kept up their nonstop arguments, louder than ever. I knew they were making noise on purpose this time, but I didn\u2019t say anything.But here\u2019s the kicker\u2014a couple of days later, the doorbell rang and my FIL opened the door, only to GASP.\n
Two police officers appeared at the door and ushered my FIL and MIL out. It then came to light that Adam had called the police on his parents for kicking me out of MY OWN house. The truth hit me like a punch to the gut. Adam confessed that the money his father gave for the house went to a failed business venture. He then revealed that he bought the house in my name, using all his savings, and kept it a secret from me and his parents. Fast forward to that evening, I was cradling my baby in the nursery, relieved to be back home, the very place my in-laws had forced me to leave. Then, the phone rang, shattering the quiet. It was my in-laws. I hesitated, but I picked up. \u201cMila,\u201d my MIL said, her voice unusually soft, \u201cwe didn\u2019t know it was your house. If we had known\u2014\u201d My FIL cut in, \u201cWe\u2019re sorry, Mila. Really. We didn\u2019t mean to\u2014\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s not about knowing whose name is on the deed,\u201d I interrupted. \u201cIt\u2019s about what you did. You kicked a woman and her newborn out because you didn\u2019t like something. That\u2019s not okay.\u201dThere was a pause. Then my MIL spoke again, \u201cSo, can we come back?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d I said firmly. \u201cIt\u2019s enough for me to know what you\u2019re capable of. I don\u2019t want you in my house anymore.\u201d Silence. Then a quiet, \u201cAlright,\u201d and they hung up. I looked at Tommy, peacefully sleeping in his crib. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. \u201cWe\u2019re home, buddy,\u201d I whispered, \u201cand we\u2019re staying right here.\u201d Now, look, I don\u2019t hold grudges. But kicking out a new mom and her baby? Living with family is about compromise, right? These two, though\u2026 they acted like they were the king and queen of the castle, and Tommy and I were just guests. Am I crazy here? Let me know your thoughts in the comments! Thanks for listening, everyone.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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