My husband and I haven’t even been married for a year yet. My MIL has started pushing us to give her her first grandchild, but I have a family history of complications with pregnancy. When my husband went to visit her, she handed him a baby onesie that said “Coming Soon – Grandma’s Favorite,” and I wasn’t even pregnant.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. My husband, bless him, just chuckled awkwardly and told her we weren’t trying yet. But that wasn’t enough for her.
She called me the next day and said, “Clock’s ticking, sweetheart. You don’t want to be an old mother, do you?”
I tried to be polite. I always tried with her.
“I know, but we’re not ready yet. I have to consider my health too.”
She scoffed. “Every woman goes through something.
Don’t make excuses.”
That one sentence stuck with me like a splinter. I didn’t tell my husband right away, not because I wanted to hide anything, but because I didn’t want to create a wedge between him and his mother. I knew they were close.
She raised him on her own after his father died when he was twelve. But over the next few weeks, the calls didn’t stop. She sent me articles on “fertility after 30” and even a list of baby names she liked.
I was only 28. It was getting ridiculous. My husband finally caught on when he saw the mail.
His mother had sent us a baby blanket with our last name embroidered on it. “That’s it,” he said. “I need to talk to her.”
But she didn’t take it well.
She told him I was turning him against her. That I didn’t want kids. That maybe I couldn’t even have them.
That last one? It broke me. Because there was a sliver of truth there.
My mother had suffered three miscarriages. My older sister had to go through two rounds of IVF. I didn’t know what my future would look like, but I wasn’t about to gamble my health or emotional well-being just to meet someone else’s timeline.
I decided to go low-contact. My husband supported me, even if it made things awkward. His mother stopped calling me directly, but she didn’t stop talking about me.
Word got back through cousins and family friends that she was painting me as selfish and “modern” in a bad way. Saying I was trying to build a career instead of a family. That I didn’t value motherhood.
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