After my twin daughters, Ella and Sophie, were born, I hoped my husband, Derek,
would put us first over his overbearing mother, Lorraine. But when he
failed to pick us up from the hospital, claiming she had chest pains, I was left to manage on my own.
Returning home, I was crushed to find my belongings dumped on the lawn
alongside a cruel note from Derek saying, “Get out with your little moochers!”
Devastated, I called my mom and stayed with her, struggling to understand Derek’s betrayal.
The following day, a shocking truth emerged: Lorraine admitted she had
faked her illness, locked me out, and written the note, all because she
believed “this family needs boys.” Derek was furious. “What kind of
mother does that? I love my daughters, and if you can’t accept them, you’re out,”
he told her. That night, Lorraine left for good
