09/04/2025
My MIL is a disaster.
When I say she ruins EVERYTHING, I'm not exaggerating. She humiliated me and my husband at our first meeting. At our engagement, she tried to set her son up with another woman. She even tried to ruin our wedding—bursting into the church right before the ceremony with my SIL, screaming that it should be Heather's wedding. FYI, my SIL is no better—she's a real snake. That day, Eric kicked both his mother and sister out of the wedding, and we never spoke to them again.
So when she called to invite me to a surprise baby shower, I was shocked. I didn't even want to go, but my husband insisted, "She means well. She can't mess up a special day for her future grandchild." Oh, how wrong we were.
She hosted the party for me in our backyard—close friends, family, balloons. Everything was perfect.
She hugged me—for the first time ever—and with tears in her eyes, told me how GRATEFUL she was for the sacrifices I was making. That was the first red flag.
And then… it got SO much worse. Out of nowhere, my MIL said, "I have a gift for you," walked into the house, and came back with a red sash. She put it around me, and I stared in—on it were the words "SURROGATE MOTHER."
Confused, anxious, and shaking, I asked, "Is this a joke? What do you mean, surrogate mother?"
With the warmest smile, she said,
"What? You don't know yet? We've already agreed—YOU'LL BE GIVING YOUR BABY TO MY HEATHER!"
I stood there in shock, speechless. What followed were screams, tears, insults, and finally a tense, miserable ride home. I thought nothing could be worse—
Until my husband spoke to me. ⬇️