When I got married, I thought I was stepping into a happy new life. Instead, from day one, my mother-in-law made it clear I wasn’t welcome — criticizing everything I did. My husband never defended me. Sometimes he even added, “Without me, you’re nobody.”
I tried to endure it, staying silent, cooking, cleaning, pretending everything was fine. But the constant humiliation ate away at me.
The breaking point came at a family party. In front of everyone, my husband poured wine over my head for daring to answer his mother back. Something inside me snapped.
That night, I made my decision. I packed up his and his mother’s things, left them outside, and changed the locks. When they returned, I met them at the door and said firmly:
“This is my house. You’re not welcome here anymore.”
For the first time, I felt free. I had finally chosen myself.
