“How long are you going to sit around, living off my son like a PARASITE?” My mother-in-law’s cruel words cut deep. But after the EPIC lesson I taught her, she left in tears and never dared to question me again.
My mother-in-law Paula rigidly believed that husbands and wives should be bringing home equal paychecks. To her, money was more important than family and kids. She called me a “jobless housewife,” like taking care of three kids under five was a vacation and the work I did wasn’t worth a dime. That’s when my nightmare began…
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It all started on a typical Tuesday morning. I was in the kitchen, trying to get breakfast ready for my twins while my baby girl fussed in her high chair. The doorbell rang, and I felt my stomach drop.
I knew who it was before I even opened the door.
There she stood, Paula, my mother-in-law, with that all-too-familiar look of disapproval on her face. She walked in without waiting for an invitation, her eyes scanning the mess of toys on the living room floor.
“Still living like this, Macy?” she snapped. “How long are you going to sit around, living off my son like a PARASITE?”
I bit my tongue, forcing a smile. “Good morning to you too, Paula. Would you like some coffee?”
She ignored my question, making her way to the kitchen. “Is this what you call a life? Jobless, pretending to be a housewife? PATHETIC!”
Her words stung, but I’d learned to let them roll off my back.
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“I could stay with the kids myself, and you could get a REAL job!” she added, eyeing the pile of dishes in the sink.
I gripped the edge of the counter, my knuckles turning white. “Jerry and I have discussed this, Paula. We both feel it’s best for our family if I stay home with the kids for now.”
She scoffed, “Best for the family? Or best for you to avoid real work?”
Before I could respond, my daughter started wailing. As I turned to attend to her, Paula muttered, “At least you’re good for something!”
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That night, as Jerry and I lay in bed, I couldn’t shake Paula’s words from my mind.
“Honey,” I said, turning to face him, “does it bother you that I don’t work outside the home?”
Jerry propped himself up on an elbow, his brow furrowed. “Where’s this coming from, Mace?”
I sighed, playing with a loose thread on the comforter. “It’s just… I feel like I’m living off you.”
Jerry’s face darkened. “What? Macy, you know that’s not true. We agreed on this together, remember?”
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I nodded, but the doubt had already taken root. “I know, but sometimes I wonder if I should be doing more.”
Jerry pulled me close, kissing the top of my head. “You’re raising our children, Mace. That’s the most important job in the world. Don’t let your doubts make you feel any less.”
His words comforted me but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something needed to change.
I didn’t tell Jerry it was his mom who had planted these seeds of doubt in my heart. I wanted peace and calm in our home, not war.
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The next few weeks were a blur of dirty diapers, temper tantrums, and Paula’s increasingly frequent visits. Each time she came, her comments grew more pointed, more hurtful.
The doorbell rang just as I finished mopping the floors. There stood Paula, rain dripping from her coat. Without a word, she strode in, leaving a trail of muddy footprints across my clean tiles.
“Paula, there’s a mat and some slippers by the door.”
She turned, her eyes narrowing. “Are you saying I don’t know how to enter a house properly?”
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I bit my lip, gesturing at the mud. “I just cleaned—”
“Oh, you cleaned? Isn’t that what you do all day while my son works? Or is that too much effort for you?”
Her words hit like a slap. I stood there, mop still in hand, as she continued into the house, leaving me to deal with the mess, both on the floor and in my heart.
“Still in your pajamas at 2 p.m. girl?” she then tsked, shaking her head. “When I was your age, I’d already put in a full day’s work by now.”
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“Paula, I’ve been up since 5 a.m. with a sick baby. These aren’t pajamas; they’re just comfortable clothes for staying home.”
She waved her hand dismissively. “Excuses, excuses. You know, when Jerry was little, I worked a full-time job and still managed to keep a spotless house. But I suppose some people just aren’t cut out for real work. You’re an idle donkey!”
That was the last straw. And something inside me snapped.
“You want to see real work, Paula? Fine. You think you can do better? Let’s see it.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “What are you talking about?”
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“You’re so sure you can do it all, right? Well, here’s your chance. For the next week, you take over. Everything. The kids, the house, all of it. I’ll find a job in the clinic, just like you’ve always wanted. You’re right. I shouldn’t have quit my high-paying psychologist job to take care of this house and kids and be THIS… this ‘idle donkey’ who does NOTHING at home.”
Paula’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “I… that’s not what I meant…”
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“No, it’s exactly what you meant. You’ll get to prove just how easy my life is. And hey, you’ll be saving your precious son all that money he’s wasting on his ‘parasite’ wife.”
For a moment, Paula looked uncertain. Then, her usual smugness returned. “Fine. I’ll show you how a real woman manages a household.”
As she turned to leave, I called after her, “Be here at 6 a.m. sharp tomorrow. That’s when the twins usually wake up.”
The door slammed behind her, and I sank to the floor, surrounded by unfolded laundry and a mess of emotions. What had I just done?
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The next morning, I was up at 5:30, getting ready to leave for my new temporary job at a local daycare center. A friend had helped me secure the position on short notice.
Paula arrived at 6:05, looking slightly frazzled. “I hit some traffic,” she mumbled.
I handed her a detailed schedule and a list of the kids’ allergies and preferences. “The twins should be up any minute. Billy has a peanut allergy, so be extra careful. Baby Kelly will need her bottle in about an hour.”
“I’ve raised a child before, Macy. I can handle it!” Paula smirked.
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As I grabbed my purse to leave, I heard the twins start to stir. “Good luck!” I said, unable to keep the hint of satisfaction out of my voice.
That week was a whirlwind. While I was exhausted from my new job, coming home each day to a progressively more chaotic house was oddly satisfying. Paula looked more haggard each evening when I returned.
By Friday, she cornered me as soon as I walked in the door. “This is ridiculous,” she hissed. “If I’m going to keep doing this, I need to be compensated. $300 a week should cover it.”
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I couldn’t help but laugh. “Compensated? But Paula, I thought this was just sitting around doing NOTHING all day. Why would you need money for that?”
Her face flushed red. “You know very well this is hard work! The cleaning, the cooking, changing diapers, the constant demands… it’s exhausting!”
“Welcome to my world, Paula dear! Now you know what I do every day, for FREE?! Two more days to go, darling!”
Paula simply shrugged.
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The following day, I returned to my usual routine at the daycare center, feeling oddly refreshed despite the chaos of the past week.
As I was preparing lunch for the kids, my phone buzzed. It was Paula, sounding horrified.
“Macy, can you come quickly? There’s… there’s been a small accident with Billy…”
“What? Paula, what happened to my son?”
Before she could respond, a faint crash came from the kitchen, followed by Billy’s panicked cry, “Grandma! I can’t breathe!”
My heart stopped.
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“Paula, what happened?” I screamed.
“The peanut butter. I… I must have mixed up the twins. I thought it was Jimmy…”
“Oh my God! Paula, what did you do? I told you Billy’s allergic to peanuts. Did you call an ambulance? I’m on my way.”
“I did.”
I could hear Paula sobbing in the background. I quickly hung up and rushed to my car, desperately requesting a colleague to fill in for me as I raced home.
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The next few hours were a blur of sirens, hospital rooms, and frantic phone calls to Jerry. Luckily, my neighbor had seen the commotion in my house and, without wasting time waiting for the ambulance, drove my son to the hospital.
Later that night, back home in Billy’s room, the weight of what had happened settled over us. Jerry, who had just returned from his business trip, paced back and forth, his face a storm cloud of worry and anger.
“How could this happen?” he demanded, turning to his mother. “Macy said she told you about Billy’s allergy. Multiple times!”
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Paula crumpled in her chair, tears streaming down her face. “I’m so sorry. I thought I could handle it. I was trying to prove…”
“Prove what?” Jerry interrupted. “That you know better than Macy? That being a stay-at-home mom isn’t a real job? How could you criticize my wife behind my back? What made you think she was doing nothing at home when she was doing everything possible to take care of the entire house?”
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I placed a hand on Jerry’s arm, trying to calm him. “Jerry, it was an accident. A terrible one, but…”
“No, Macy. This ends now. Mom, I think it’s best if you go home. And… I think you should stay away for a while.”
Paula stood, her legs shaking. She looked at me, her eyes filled with remorse.
As she ran out of the room in tears, I turned to Jerry, burying my face in his chest. The emotions of the past week, the fear of almost losing our son, it all came pouring out.
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“I just wanted her to understand,” I sobbed. “I never meant for anyone to get hurt.”
Jerry held me tight, his voice soft but firm. “This isn’t your fault, Mace. You’ve been dealing with her criticism for years. It’s time she learned to respect you and the choices we’ve made for our family.”
As we stood there, watching our son sleep peacefully, I realized something important: being a stay-at-home mom wasn’t just a job; it was a calling. One that required patience, love, and a strength I hadn’t known I possessed until I was tested.
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Paula’s harsh lesson had come at a high price, but as I looked at my family, I knew without a doubt that I was exactly where I needed to be.
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