For eight years, I became the caregiver for my daughter-in-law’s father, a man who never once thanked me. Through loneliness, exhaustion, and the absence of gratitude, I found strength in my faith and the power of prayer. This is the story of how those unseen hands—my own and God’s—lifted me through the hardest years of my life.
When my mother-in-law found a new job, we didn’t see each other for a while. This made me quite happy, but she still found time to call. My mother-in-law was never satisfied with me and always found a reason to complain. I ignored her comments, so I never started an argument with her. I knew it wouldn’t end well
I wasn’t unkind to her; her sporadic outbursts were met with humor, and discussions about her son’s uniqueness were supported with enthusiasm. Ironically, I said I had enough.
I felt incredibly uncomfortable hearing this right after I told my mother-in-law that I was pregnant. It was the final nail in the coffin – the end of maintaining any contact with her. My husband had been married before and has a child from his first marriage. After the divorce, he left everything to his ex-wife and moved back in with his mother with just one suitcase. Later, he rented an apartment and started
I’ve always prided myself on not holding grudges, except perhaps against my mother-in-law, Madeline. Her treatment towards me was always dreadful. I’ve encountered many unpleasant characters in my life, but Madeline truly stands out. Even now, just thinking about her makes my stomach turn, despite having no recent contact. Here’s the story
