When I met my mother -in -law, I thought I came across a special woman. Warm, open, treating me as equal. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/1475c8/620x0/1/0/2025/03/05/pslr8k5yuthnbfvvv8wc8eqobeouix69r9jbjyav.jpg" alt = "from life taken. & Amp; Quot; Over the years, my mother -in -law pretended to be my friend & quot; styles = "background-color: rgba (86,86,86.1)" > < p > — You know, I am glad that it was you who chose you to M & Amp; J son & mdash; M & oacute; me at every opportunity. & Amp; MDASH; I've always wanted to have a daughter -in -law with which I can make friends with

< p > and I believed her.

< p > She was with me in difficult moments, she advised, called every day, invited for coffee. M & oacute; I could always count on her.

< p > and then I gave birth to a child.

< P >And suddenly I discovered that her smile was only a mask.

< p > — You are sure that you keep this child ? — She asked on the first day when we were from the hospital.

< p > — Yes, of course & hellip;

< p > — Because you know, I did it a thousand times. If you want, I will show you how to do it well.

< p > took me c & oacute; rk from my hands. As if it were natural. As if she was a mother.

< p > It was worse every day.

< p > — You shouldn't dress her like that, it will be cold.

< p > — You don't feed her well, she is definitely hungry.

< p > — Oh, how she cries! Maybe give me, I will calm her down.

< p > It wasn't a day that she would not improve me. Let me not feel like I was the worst mother in the world.

< p > — You are just learning — M & oacute; looking at me indulgently. & Amp; MDASH; I already know it all.

< p > m & oacute; Jer has not seen the problem.

< p > — After all, he wants the pomes & c & mdash; M & oacute; & Amp; MDASH; Do not overdo it.

< p > do not overdo.

< p > so I was silent.

< p > and she began to behave, as if the child belonged to her.

< p > — Grandma is here! & Amp; MDASH; She cried, entering us without announcement. & Amp; MDASH; Come to me, my sun.

< p > & ampquo; my & rdquo; sun.

< p > took me moments that should belong to me. EVERY MY & AMP; BDQO; NO & AMP; she ackled with an indulgent smile and did her job.

< p > A I ?

< p > I felt that I was losing control over my own life.

< p > that my child does not belong to me anymore.

< p > that if I do nothing, I will only become a viewer in my own family.

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116