When my mother-in-law, Melissa, came over to help with my colicky baby while my husband was away, I thought I’d finally get a much-needed break. But what happened during those few hours left me questioning her intentions, my instincts as a mother, and even my marriage.
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I sank into the couch while Emily’s faint cries echoed from the nursery. I didn’t even have the energy to respond right away.
I wasn’t sure if I’d done the right thing or burned a bridge I’d one day regret. All I knew was that my daughter deserved better.
Was I wrong?
