Sometimes you have to remember your worth and stand up for yourself — this is what I learned after giving birth to my fourth child. Although the lesson came at a cost, I realized the alternative would have had far worse consequences.
Life has been overwhelmingly busy lately. Four months ago, I gave birth to a beautiful boy, Dylan, who joined his three siblings, all under eight. As you can imagine, managing a newborn, along with three other young children is exhausting but fulfilling in a way that’s hard to describe.
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Becoming a mother has been the most significant role of my life. While pregnant with our first child, Tray, my husband George and I discussed whether I should return to work. We initially agreed that I would stay home for a year before resuming my career. However, when the time came, I realized I wanted to be a full-time mom.
This feeling of profound responsibility towards our children grew stronger with the arrival of each new family member. First Tray, then our daughter Lily, followed by Justin, and finally Dylan. Each addition reinforced my decision to focus on raising them.
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However, things at home began to change with Dylan’s birth. My mother-in-law started showing up at our house unannounced. She wasn’t coming to help with the children or the household.
She would say hello, then disappear into the kitchen to help herself to whatever she found, leaving dirty dishes behind. This happened several times, and each instance chipped away at my patience.
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The situation escalated one morning after a particularly trying doctor’s visit with Dylan, who had just received his vaccinations. He was fussy, and I was running on little sleep.
All I craved was a soothing cup of coffee when we returned home. As I settled Dylan in his crib and finally headed to the kitchen, I heard the front door open and the familiar cheer, “Hi, dear! Just came to check on all of you!”
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It took a while to soothe Dylan, and by the time I reached the kitchen for my much-needed coffee, I discovered not only was the pot empty, but I also had no coffee filter left. My mother-in-law, oblivious to my need, casually took the last cup.
Watching her take that last sip, I felt a surge of frustration. Just then, Lily burst into the kitchen, her presence a brief distraction from my brewing anger. “Mommy, can we watch ‘Peppa Pig’?” she asked.
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Masking my irritation, I smiled and nodded, asking if her brothers wanted to watch too. Once she scampered off, I turned back to face my mother-in-law, who, sensing the tension, quickly left.
When George came home, I told him about the ongoing issues and asked him to speak with his mother. He acknowledged that she had overstepped boundaries but failed to address it with her. That weekend, the unresolved tensions came to a head.
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After a night of little rest, overwhelmed by the unending demands of parenting, I managed to gather enough energy to make homemade pizzas with the kids.
They were thrilled with the activity, eagerly anticipating eating their creations for dinner. I put Dylan down for his nap right as dinner time approached, hoping for a peaceful end to the day.
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To my dismay, when I returned to the kitchen, I found the pizzas gone. George and his mother were in the lounge, nonchalantly enjoying the last slices.
My exhaustion turned to anger, and I confronted them loudly, asking why they had eaten the children’s dinner. Their shocked faces only increased my frustration. George tried to calm me, but it was too late; I was too upset to listen.
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I retreated to our bedroom, slammed the door, and broke down. Why was I the only one trying? Why couldn’t they see how hard I was struggling? Lily’s soft knock on the door pulled me from my despair. “Mommy, where is our pizza?” she asked innocently.
That moment crystallized my resolve. I had to stand up for my children and myself. After reassuring Lily, I confronted George and my mother-in-law again. They attempted to justify their actions by implying concern about my weight. That was the last straw.
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“Get out, both of you,” I said calmly, my voice firm. They left, and George spent the night at his mother’s house. The relief I felt after they left was palpable.
I ordered pizza for the kids and myself, and as we ate, I made my decision. The next morning, I asked my sister to watch the kids while I filed for divorce. I placed the divorce papers in an empty pizza box on the coffee table for George to discover.
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After informing my parents of the situation, they offered unconditional support. Staying with them allowed me to focus on healing and planning for the future. Within a short time, I regained my strength and prepared to face whatever came my way.
Now, I’m proud of standing up for what’s right for myself and my children. I’ve shown them what strength looks like and taught them the importance of self-respect and making tough decisions for the betterment of one’s future.
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Had I not come to this realization, my kids would have grown up thinking it’s okay not to get support, care, or real love from those who claim to love you. Now they know their worth, and I will ensure they never forget it.
Like me, Lanie had a similar experience, but at least my husband didn’t insist I wash the dishes without leaving me anything to eat after tending to our newborn.
Five weeks after Lanie became a first-time mom, her mother-in-law also turned her life upside down. MIL made herself a constant fixture in their home, and it didn’t take long for things to unravel since she wasn’t really there to help Lanie and her husband acclimatize to their new responsibility.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
In her youth, Hollywood celebrated her as a true beauty: With her flowing blonde hair and striking blue eyes, the actress was considered one of the most beautiful stars in the film industry
Kathleen Turner rose to fame in the 1980s, known for her captivating presence and beauty. Many consider her to be one of Hollywood’s most impressive actresses, and her resilience has helped her navigate the ups and downs of her career and personal life.
Growing up in a family of four, Kathleen faced hardships from an early age, including the sudden death of her father while mowing the lawn in Hampstead. Just a month later, her family was forced to leave the UK and moved to Springfield, Missouri, where she continued to grieve.
As an adult, Kathleen found solace in New York while pursuing acting. At first she enjoyed stage work, but her big break came in 1981 with the role of a femme fatale in “Body Heat”. A few years later, she co-starred with Michael Douglas in “Romancing the Stone”, where the chemistry between them sparked romantic feelings, even though Douglas was separated from his wife at the time.
Kathleen married real estate developer Jay Weiss in 1984 and they had their daughter Rachel Ann in 1987. However, their marriage faced challenges as they raised their child. Kathleen felt the pressure of balancing work and family, which led to feelings of guilt and oppression.
In 2005, he starred in the Broadway revival of “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” Their marital problems worsened. Eventually, the couple divorced amicably and Kathleen received a Tony Award nomination for her role in the play.
She had a successful film career in the 1980s and received an Oscar nomination for “Peggy Sue Got Married”. However, the 1990s brought health problems when Kathleen developed rheumatoid arthritis, which caused severe pain and limited her mobility. She found herself in an identity crisis and questioned her future as an actress.
She initially turned to drugs and alcohol to cope, but after a short stay in rehab, she found that her problems were manageable with better medication tracking. Today, she practices yoga and Pilates to stay active and manage her pain.
As she grew older, Kathleen focused more on theater and returned to her roots. In her forties, she acted in productions such as Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. She also devoted herself to causes she believed in, such as volunteering for Amnesty International and Planned Parenthood.
A lifelong feminist, Kathleen Turner uses her platform to empower women and support them on their journey to independence. Her philosophies are highlighted in Gloria Feldt’s 2008 memoir, Send Yourself Roses, where she reflects on women’s empowerment. What do you think about Kathleen Turner’s inspiring journey? Share it in the comments!
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