Samantha poured her heart into a garden that became her peace, her pride, and her children’s joy. But one act of spite from her mother-in-law turned that paradise into ruin. Then, when karma struck back in a way no one expected, Samantha faced a choice — revenge or grace.
What did she do next?
I’m Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam. I’m 29 years old, and I have three kids under ten with my husband Jake, who’s 33. We’ve been married for six years now, and honestly, I thought I knew what “difficult family” meant before we got married.
My dad can be stubborn, my sister is dramatic, and my mom has opinions about everything.
But then I met Linda, my mother-in-law, and I realized I didn’t know anything about difficult at all.
Linda has never liked me from day one. She’s the kind of woman who smiles at you, but deep inside, she thinks you’re not good enough to be around her. Let me tell you, she passes comments that seem good on the surface, but when I think about them later, I realize there was nothing nice about them.
For example, when I met her at a relative’s party last month, she said, “Oh, honey, you’re so brave wearing that dress with your figure.” That sounded like a compliment when I heard it, but you get what she’s trying to say, right?
Another time, she said, “If you ever need help with the kids, just let me know and I’ll take them to a real daycare, not one of those chain places.”
Okay, Linda.
I get what you’re doing.
She hated that I wasn’t from her small town and that I didn’t grow up learning her family recipes. How could I? That doesn’t even make sense!
She also didn’t like the fact that I had my own opinions about how to run my household.
In her mind, a wife should serve her son the way she served her husband for 40 years, and the fact that Jake and I had an equal partnership drove her absolutely crazy.
For years, I tried to keep the peace. I smiled through her comments, brought dishes to family dinners even though she always found something wrong with them, and let her criticize my parenting while I bit my tongue. Jake always said she meant well, so I stayed quiet and tried to be the bigger person.
This past spring, I decided I needed something for myself that I could call mine.
Something that gave me a purpose. So, I thought of doing something.
You see, we have a small backyard, but it’s nothing fancy. It’s just a patch of grass with some overgrown bushes that the previous owners had allowed to grow wild.
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