Five weeks ago, my life changed drastically when I became a mother. My son, with his tiny fingers and soft sighs, became my world.

But my joy was overshadowed by my mother-in-law, who turned our living room into her base camp. My husband claimed she was there to support us, but her constant visitors only added to the chaos. For peace, I stayed silent.

Exhausted from caring for my baby, I hoped my mother-in-law’s presence would mean at least one less burden. Instead, she neither helped with the baby nor ensured I was fed.

One night, after hours of nursing, I found no food left and was met with her indifference. That moment broke me.

An argument followed, and my husband sided with his mother, leaving me feeling abandoned. I sought refuge at my mother’s house, finding peace amid my turmoil. But my husband’s accusations painted me as the villain, deepening my pain.

In desperation, I turned to my father-in-law, pouring out my frustrations. His firm intervention brought change.

My husband stepped up, my mother-in-law left, and our home slowly regained harmony. Through this, I learned the importance of standing firm for my son and myself.