My MIL Said She’d Kick Me Out Of The House If I Didn’t Give Birth To A Boy This Time

I was 33, pregnant with my fourth child, living in my in-laws’ house, when my mother-in-law looked me dead in the eye and said: “If this baby isn’t a boy, you and your three daughters are out.” And my husband just smirked and asked, “So when are you leaving?”

We were “saving for a house.” That was the official story.

Reality? Derek liked being the golden boy again. His mom cooked, his dad paid most of the bills, and I was the live-in nanny who didn’t own a single wall.

We already had three daughters: Mason was eight, Lily five, Harper three. They were my whole world.

To Patricia, my MIL, they were three failures.

“Three girls. Bless her heart.”

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