After giving birth to my first children, I thought my husband would finally start putting us—his new family—before his mother. But I was wrong. When he chose her side over mine one last time, I decided enough was enough. So, I exposed her for the liar and manipulator she truly was.
You’d think bringing home newborn twins would be one of the most joyous moments of your life. For me, it started that way. But within hours, it became a nightmare.
After three exhausting days in the hospital recovering from a difficult delivery, I was finally ready to bring home our beautiful twin daughters, Ella and Sophie. I had pictured it countless times: my husband, Derek, picking us up with flowers in hand and tears of joy in his eyes.
Instead, I got a rushed phone call.
“Hey, baby,” Derek said, voice tense. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t pick you guys up after all.”
“What? Derek, I just had twins. What could possibly be more important?”
“It’s Mom,” he said quickly. “She’s having chest pains. I have to take her to the hospital near her place.”
His words hit me like a slap. “You’re leaving me stranded here with newborns?”
“I’m sorry. It came out of nowhere. I’ll come as soon as I can.”
Biting back tears, I said, “Fine. I’ll get a taxi.” He barely thanked me before hanging up.
His mother lived in a different city. There was no way he’d be back that day. I already knew how obsessed he was with her. Once she called, nothing else mattered.
Trying not to fall apart, I bundled the girls into their car seats and got a cab home.
When we pulled into the driveway, I froze.
My luggage, diaper bags—even the crib mattress—were scattered across the front lawn. A chill crept up my spine. I paid the driver and stepped out, heart racing.
I approached the door, confused. It wouldn’t open. I tried again. Nothing. Then I saw it: a folded note taped to one of the bags.
Get out of here with your little moochers. I know everything. –Derek
The world tilted. My hands trembled as I reread the message, hoping I was imagining things. This couldn’t be real. Not Derek. Not the man who held my hand through every ultrasound, who cried at the sound of our daughters’ heartbeats.
Frantically, I called him. Voicemail. Again. Voicemail.
My babies cried in unison. I could barely think straight. I dialed the one person I didn’t want to worry—my mother.
“Jenna?” she answered immediately. “Are the babies okay?”
I could hardly speak. “Derek changed the locks. He threw out our things. He left a note…”
She didn’t hesitate. “I’m coming. Stay right there.”
When she arrived and saw the mess, her eyes narrowed. “This doesn’t make sense. Derek wouldn’t do this!”
“That’s what I thought,” I whispered, clutching Ella.
We gathered what we could and went to her place. That night, I barely slept. Derek still hadn’t called.
By morning, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I left the girls with Mom and drove back to the house. My things were gone. The yard was clean. I circled around to the back—and saw her.
Derek’s mother, Lorraine, sipping tea at the dining table like royalty.
I banged on the door. She jumped, then smiled when she saw it was me.
“You’re not welcome here,” she said smugly, cracking the door.
“Where’s Derek? Why did he write that note?”
“He’s at the hospital,” she said coolly. “Taking care of me.”
“You’re right here!”
She smirked. “Maybe I’m feeling better. Miracles happen.”
“You lied. You faked being sick.”
She didn’t flinch. “And?”
My blood boiled. “Why?!”
She crossed her arms. “I told Derek from the beginning—we needed a boy to carry the family name. But you gave us two girls. Useless.”
Her words knocked the air out of me.
“I knew you’d ruin him,” she went on. “So I made sure he thought you ruined everything. Took his phone, wrote that note. He believed it.”
I was speechless.
“Oh, and I bribed a nurse at the hospital to keep him from leaving. You were supposed to disappear.”
“You’re sick,” I whispered.
She shrugged. “I’m protecting my family. Derek always sides with me. He’ll come around.”
I couldn’t let this stand. I raced to the hospital.
There he was—pacing in the waiting room, worry etched across his face.
“Jenna!” he exclaimed, rushing over. “Where have you been? I lost my phone—I couldn’t call you!”
“She took your phone,” I said. “She faked the whole thing. She locked me out.”
His face turned pale. “What?”
“She forged that note. Told me you didn’t want us.”
He stared at me in horror, then fury. Without a word, he grabbed his keys and drove us home.
When we arrived, Lorraine was still there, smug and seated.
But the moment Derek walked in, her smile faltered.
“Mom,” he said icily. “What did you do?”
She tried to speak, but he cut her off. “Save it. I know everything.”
“Derek, I—”
“You lied to me. Made me abandon my wife and newborn daughters. Stole my phone. Had my wife locked out after giving birth. All because they’re not boys?”
Her face crumpled. “I was trying to protect you—”
“From my children? If you can’t accept my daughters, you’re no longer part of our lives.”
“Derek, I’m your mother!”
“And Jenna is my wife. Those girls are my daughters. If you can’t respect them, you’re done.”
For once, she was speechless.
She left that night.
Derek changed the locks, blocked her number, and reported the nurse she bribed. He apologized every day. And slowly, we began to heal.
One night, as I rocked Ella and Sophie to sleep, I realized something: Lorraine tried to destroy us—but in the end, she only brought us closer.
Fin !!!====================================================================
Joke : "The Lie Detector Test"
There once was a man named George, a middle-aged businessman who had been happily (or so it seemed) married to his wife Linda for 25 years. George had a decent job, a lovely home, two grown kids in college, and a garage full of tools he never used.
One evening, George came home from work to find Linda sitting at the kitchen table with a serious look on her face and a strange-looking machine next to her.
“What’s going on?” George asked, eyeing the wires and blinking lights.
Linda folded her arms. “It’s a lie detector machine. I borrowed it from my cousin who works in tech support for the FBI.”
George blinked. “We’re being raided?”
“No,” she said, “we’re having a conversation—a very honest one. Sit.”
George sat.
Linda smiled sweetly. “I just want to clear the air. So let's start easy. Did you go to the office today?”
George nodded. “Yes.”
BEEP! The machine buzzed loudly. A red light flashed.
George jumped. “Okay, okay! I stopped at the golf course for an hour. But it was for a client meeting!”
DING! Green light.
Linda smirked. “Mmhmm. Did you play more than nine holes?”
George sighed. “...Eighteen.”
DING!
“Did you win?”
George grinned. “Of course I did!”
BEEP!
“Fine! I lost by twenty strokes. Happy?”
DING!
“Now,” Linda said, “let’s get to the important stuff. Have you ever cheated on me?”
George stiffened.
“No,” he said confidently.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
“Okay,” he said, sweating. “There was one time! In 2006. It was during that sales conference in Tampa.”
Linda nodded. “Was it Carol from accounting?”
George’s jaw dropped. “How did you—?”
“I’m your wife. I have intuition, Facebook, and Carol’s old LinkedIn posts from 2006.” She glanced at the machine. “Let’s move on.”
Linda took a deep breath. “Did you also sleep with your yoga instructor?”
George’s eyes widened. “What?! No!”
BEEP!
He groaned. “Okay, fine. But it was only once, and she gave me a discount on a ten-class package!”
Linda rolled her eyes. “So that’s why you suddenly loved downward dog.”
George tried to laugh. “C’mon, honey, I thought we were being open here.”
Linda smiled. “We are. My turn.”
George sat up. “Wait, what?”
Linda attached the lie detector to herself. “Fair is fair.”
George smirked. “Okay. Have you ever cheated on me?”
Linda smiled serenely. “No.”
BEEP!
George nearly fell out of his chair. “WHAT?!”
Linda sighed. “Fine. Maybe... a little. You were always at golf, and the pool boy was so... enthusiastic.”
George gasped. “We don’t even have a pool!”
“We did for one summer.”
George threw his hands in the air. “With what money?!”
Linda looked sheepish. “The emergency fund.”
George stood up. “You used our emergency fund to install a pool, cheat on me with the pool boy, and then removed the pool before winter?”
DING! The machine confirmed.
George paced. “Unbelievable.”
Linda leaned forward. “Wait, one more question. Did you ever lie to me about loving my meatloaf?”
George stopped. “What kind of question is that? Of course I—”
BEEP!
He groaned. “It tastes like a doorstop wrapped in ketchup.”
Linda frowned. “George.”
“I’m sorry!” he shouted. “It’s honesty night!”
She nodded. “Fair enough.”
Then Linda smiled slyly. “One last question. Did you really get a vasectomy in 2003 like you said you did?”
George blinked. “Yes.”
BEEP!
Linda’s eyes went wide.
George blinked again. “Wait… what’s the beep for?”
Linda stared at him.
The silence stretched.
And then she said, “Well. That definitely explains why our youngest looks like the UPS guy.”
The lie detector exploded from sheer drama.