My In-Laws Kicked My Mom out of Our House and Called Her a ‘Beggar’ After Her Home Was Flooded – My Husband’s Reaction Stunned Everyone

They were really helpful in the beginning. Linda folded tiny onesies as if she were born for it. Patrick made breakfast every morning and always had coffee waiting by the time I trudged down in spit-up-stained pajamas.

We were exhausted and overwhelmed, and their help meant we could survive.

But months passed, then years. The crib turned into a toddler bed. Our second child was born, and eventually the diapers and sleepless nights ended. At one point, they even watched the kids so we could sleep for three hours straight, but somehow, they never moved out.

At first, I didn’t mind; we had space. The mortgage wasn’t too steep. And I thought, kids growing up with their grandparents around? That sounded sweet and cozy. Linda even said once, “This is how it’s supposed to be. Three generations under one roof. Like the old days.”