Bringing home my newborn twins should’ve been joyous, but it quickly turned into a nightmare. My husband Derek chose his manipulative mother, Lorraine, over us—again.
After being discharged from the hospital, Derek canceled last minute, claiming, “Mom’s having chest pains.” Left alone, I took a taxi home, only to find my belongings dumped on the lawn. A note, falsely signed by Derek, read: “Get out of here with your little moochers. I know everything.”
Panicking, I called my mom and sought refuge at her house. The next day, I returned for answers. Peering through the window, I found Lorraine sipping tea. Confronting her, she smirked and admitted, “I faked being sick, locked you out, and stole Derek’s phone. Girls don’t carry on the family name—they’re useless.”
Furious, I drove to Derek, revealing Lorraine’s lies. Shock turned to rage as he stormed home. Facing his mother, Derek declared, “If you can’t respect my wife and daughters, you’re not part of our lives.” He evicted her on the spot.
In the aftermath, Derek changed the locks, blocked Lorraine, and worked to rebuild our trust. Despite Lorraine’s cruelty, her actions ultimately brought us closer. Together, we chose love over manipulation, proving that family isn’t defined by blood but by loyalty and respect.
