My husband left me without dinner while I was feeding our newborn—I gave him a lesson he won’t forget. Five weeks postpartum, I was exhausted, juggling our baby’s needs alone while my mother-in-law, who had practically moved in, entertained guests and made a mess.
One night, I came downstairs after feeding our son, only to find the kitchen in chaos and no dinner left. My mother-in-law shrugged, saying, “We assumed you weren’t hungry,” while my husband smirked, “Just clean up the mess. You don’t do much anyway.” Hurt and overwhelmed, I called my mom, who immediately told me, “Pack your things. I’ll be there in an hour.”
While my husband and his mom watched TV, oblivious, I gathered my essentials. When my mom arrived, I faced my husband. “I’m leaving,” I said firmly. “You clearly don’t appreciate me, and I refuse to be treated like this.”
Days at my mom’s house were the first real rest I’d had. My husband eventually came, apologizing, admitting, “I was wrong.” We set boundaries, and when I returned, his mother was gone. That night, he cooked dinner. A small step, but one he’d never forget.
