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

It felt like ice water down my spine.

Patricia ramped up in front of the kids.

“Girls are cute,” she’d say, loud enough for the whole house. “But they don’t carry the name. Boys build the family.”

One night Mason whispered, “Mom, is Daddy mad we’re not boys?”

I swallowed my anger. “Daddy loves you. Being a girl is not something to be sorry for.”

It felt thin, even to me.

The ultimatum came in the kitchen.

I was chopping vegetables. Derek was scrolling his phone. Patricia was “wiping” the already clean counter.

She waited until the TV was loud in the living room.

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