My Mother-In-Law Wants To Bring Her Friends To My Son's Birth. When I Say No, She Does This

The arrival of Emily's first child was a moment she had dreamt of for years, a private celebration of new life between her, her husband, and their closest family. However, when her mother-in-law, Linda, insisted on bringing her friends to the birth, Emily was taken aback. Expecting understanding, Emily gently refused, hoping to maintain the intimacy of the experience. But Linda's reaction to the refusal was something Emily could have never predicted, setting the stage for an unforeseen conflict.

In the wake of Emily's refusal, Linda embarked on a course of action so unexpected, it threatened to disrupt not just the birth but the very fabric of their family dynamic...

Of course, I had told Linda “No,” and I expected her to respect my wishes. However, she turned as red as a tomato and she immediately countered, saying that her friends had the right to see her grandchild and I could not keep them from doing so. My mouth fell open, and I simply couldn’t believe what this woman was saying.

I explained that I would not keep them from seeing my son once he was born, but I just didn’t want them to be present at the birth. Linda, however, would still not listen to me, and she went absolutely crazy. “You can try to keep them out, but I will assure you that they will be in the room with us as you bring my beautiful grandson into this world!” she yelled, and then she left, slamming the door.

For a while, I just sat there in silence, trying to make sense of what had just happened. I decided to talk to my husband, Mark, about it when he came home, and I was sure he’d be able to handle the situation. His mother could be quite difficult, but if anyone could talk to her about it, it was always Mark.

Little did I know that in this case, not even Mark would be able to stop her from doing something shockingly crazy…

I was eight months pregnant at the time, so I spent most of my days home alone. Mark was working full time, as we needed the money, and he would take his paternity leave once our son was born. We were both really looking forward to it, and things were going well, but to be honest, Linda was really stressing me out.

Somewhere halfway through my pregnancy, Linda insisted on coming to one of my doctor's appointments with me, and I let her – in hindsight, I think that was my first mistake. Linda had, understandably, been very excited about the pregnancy since we first announced it, and there was nothing weird about that. However, ever since that appointment, she has made the whole thing about herself.

Whenever someone congratulated me and Mark, Linda would somehow push herself into the conversation and talk about how happy she was to become a grandmother for the first time. I didn’t care at first, and I thought she just needed to get all that excitement out. I understood that it made her feel special – I really do. But things only started to get worse from then on.

She started coming to our house unannounced, demanding to see how I was doing. She got me all kinds of supplements that she thought would help me and the baby, and then she got angry when I refused to take them! I explained that I only wanted to take what my doctor prescribed me and not some random vitamins and herbs that she had read about online. Sadly, she seemed to take this as a sign to try harder.

After the whole supplement incident, she started following me. I don’t know how she did it, but I assume she used her retired girlfriends to spy on me and tell her whenever they spotted me somewhere. Linda started appearing out of nowhere wherever I went! If I was doing some grocery shopping, she would suddenly be standing next to me, giving all kinds of comments and advice,

“Darling, please think of the baby and don’t eat that crap!” she would say, even when I was buying perfectly healthy and good food. Deep down, I knew that she meant well, but my patience was starting to wear thin. I just couldn’t take it anymore, and right there, in the middle of the grocery store, I lost my cool.