I always thought having a baby would bring my husband and me closer, but I never imagined his mother would push us apart. She took control of everything, and my husband let her. I tried to set boundaries, but nothing could have prepared me for the betrayal that left me standing at the door, holding my newborn—completely alone.
From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I was overjoyed. Bill and I had dreamed of this for so long, picturing the day we’d finally hold our baby.
Bill’s mother, Jessica, had been waiting too—but not in the way a loving grandmother should.
She never liked me and didn’t even try to hide it. From the start, she made it clear she thought I wasn’t good enough for her son.