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This summer, my husband and I planned a family trip—just us and the kids. Simple. Peaceful. But as soon as my mother-in-law heard, she invited herself. At first, I considered it. Maybe she’d help with the kids. But then she said bluntly,
Before I could respond, my husband said something that stopped me cold:
“You can’t say no to her. She’ll make our life hell.”
That’s when it hit me. For years, I’d been tiptoeing around her—dodging her passive-aggressive comments, absorbing her critiques, trying to keep the peace for his sake. But this wasn’t just about a vacation anymore. It was about what we’d allowed.
“I think I’m tired,” I said quietly. “Tired of walking on eggshells.”
The next morning, I brought it up again.
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