My Husband Didn’t Save Me Any Food for Dinner While I

Five weeks ago, my life changed in ways I never imagined when I became a mother.

My son, with his tiny fingers and soft sighs, quickly became the center of my universe.

But amidst the overwhelming love and joy that his arrival brought, a shadow loomed over our happiness — my mother-in-law.

From the moment we brought our son home, she made our living room her headquarters. My husband assured me her intentions were good, insisting she was there to help us navigate those early days of parenthood.

However, her presence quickly became another layer of stress rather than a source of support.

She filled our home with visitors, bringing more chaos instead of the relief we desperately needed. I remained silent, swallowing my frustration for the sake of peace.

As I entered the endless cycle of feedings, diaper changes, and soothing my son to sleep, I realized I had little time for myself.

I often went hours without eating, all while my mother-in-law, who had promised to help with meals, made no real effort to assist with caring for the baby.

I grew more exhausted, clinging to the hope that at least I wouldn’t have to worry about cooking or feeding myself.

Last night, everything came to a head. After spending a long evening breastfeeding, I emerged from the nursery, expecting to find a meal waiting for me.

Instead, I was met with indifference from my husband and outright disregard from his mother.

The coldness in her voice as she said, “I thought you weren’t hungry,” cut deeper than my actual hunger. In that moment, all the frustration and exhaustion I’d been bottling up spilled over.