Subdue the weird husband and his family

After eight years of marriage, I thought all my hard work and sacrifices for this family would pay off.

But everything changed when I fell sick and ended up in the hospital.

My husband was my only hope, but my mother-in-law, Margaret, said, “You can’t save her; women are replaceable, but health is one-time only.”

Even my son, influenced by her, saw me as just the family’s cheap maid.

That’s when I realized how failed my life was.

“I don’t want this! It tastes terrible!”

My seven-year-old son had been begging for a sandwich for breakfast, so I got up early to make it. But just as I finished, he started demanding pasta instead.

“Oh dear, my sweet grandson, don’t rush,” Margaret called out. “You can’t even cook a meal? Hurry up and redo it for my grandson; he needs to be full to study well.”

I glanced at my son, who wore a smug grin.

Since my mother-in-law moved in, my son had become spoiled and often disregarded me.

Right now, as I set the pasta on the table, he was glued to my phone, watching a gaming livestream and cursing when he got excited. “Kevin, don’t use bad words; eat your food.”

“Mind your own business,” he replied, barely looking up, his tone dripping with disdain.

That stung. I was about to take my phone back, but Margaret intervened.

“What are you doing? My grandson needs to get to school! How can you not understand that? Feed him!”

“Mom, he’s seven; he can eat by himself,” I said, taking off my apron and preparing to sit down for breakfast.

“Oh, really? He’s seven and doesn’t need feeding? Your brother’s in his thirties and still needs someone to spoon-feed him! My poor grandson is stuck with you as a mom. Guess it’s up to me to take care of him!” Margaret immediately started feeding my son.

I froze mid-motion, about to sit down.

My husband, Jocob Sullivan, and I were college sweethearts. During my senior year, he graduated with his master’s, and we got married right after I graduated. We were so in love back then. After the wedding, he didn’t want me to show my face too much, and just a month later, I got pregnant, so I became a stay-at-home mom.

Eight years later, he had become the youngest professor at his university.

From the start, Jacob’s mother looked down on me. Coming from a rural background didn’t help, especially with my brother being a slacker and my mom demanding a hefty wedding gift of 380,000 dollars.

After the wedding, every call from my mom was about money or some trouble with my brother or niece.

This only fueled Margaret’s disdain for me, and she would even join my son in calling me an ungrateful leech.

“What are you dawdling for? Where’s my coffee? I have a meeting today!”

I snapped back to reality; in preparing breakfast for my son, I’d forgotten to make my husband’s morning coffee.

“On it!” I hung up my apron and rushed to brew it.

But when I returned, the table was a mess. Margaret was heading out to take my son to school, and my husband was off to work.

Not wanting to waste food, I prepared to eat my son’s leftovers. “Only beggars eat leftovers! My mom’s a beggar!” he laughed, bouncing out the door with his grandmother.